Often I am haunted <br />By the reflection <br />Of a shrunken face <br />Of a substantial shadow, <br />That has gathered <br />An impervious thickness. <br /> <br />None can claim like me <br />To have measured <br />The dwarf-shadow, <br />Gaining an immeasurable height <br />As never seen before. <br /> <br />Even when, you are by my side, <br />I tip-toe to the left of the highway <br />And get drenched to the core <br />By the visible nothingness <br />Of a cluster of barren clouds. <br /> <br />I know why, <br />Of late I seem to feel ashamed <br />To ask for a reassurance from my mother, <br />Who on long frosty-nights <br />Takes an extra cup of tea <br />To keep her warm.<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-substantial-shadow/
