The Shadow

I find myself in the shade and look up at sun,
I even watch some kids playing and having fun.
I sit under a tree and gaze at the flowers,
I feel the toil which nourished them calmly after hours.

I see the birds twittering and chatting with their mates,
Ignorant of that snake which could decide their fate.
Those kids who laughed and giggled beneath the sun,
Were also unaware if they were aimed by somebody's gun.

Every virtue of nature was so relaxed that day,
Even though the weather was sweltering on that bright May.
I felt comfort and peace in that tree shade,
As I always loved those areas which were fade.

I noticed a child coming with his grandfather,
The child walked fast but the grandfather's pace was slower.
Still he tried to fasten up his steps to match his grandson,
Even though he perspired because of the fierce sun.

They walked past the tree under which I sat,
And I kept gazing at that old man and his brat.
I watched them until they disappeared in the light,
The sun still hot shining with all its might.

Wherever they went, someone followed them.
That someone was lifeless and dark.
Even though that old man and the child were happy,
Still that someone was pale with no spark.

It was their shadows which walked along them,
Without letting them know that they were there.
The shadows were the contours of their beings,
Who watched them even though they could not stare.

I noticed the shadows of the child and that old man separately,
And found even the shadow of the boy walked hurriedly.
As that old man lagged behind and walked slow,
His shadow also maintained that retarded flow.

With age when we change, many things about us also change,
Our once lively shadows also behave strange.
Once when they used to be energetic and fast,
Also lose their euphoria when we eventually retard!

Also the behavior of the shadows is quite bizarre,
Even though they be with us whether we walk near or far.
When the sun shines, then only they show their sight;
And disappear quite mysteriously during the night.

When we need them as a support, as a friend at dark times,
They don't reach us to tell not to whine!
And when we're happy and living in the light,
They become dark and depress our elated sight.

Still, they are faithful enough to us,
They give us company till our life comes to an end.
Then, even they disappear,
Fathoms below where our ashes meet the sand.

Exactly like us, they come to this world,
They walk, they grow and attain age.
And like us, they perish when their time to live is over,
In this world's stage.