Member Poem

When you see through an idle window
or get the wind while the hovering wind blows
that the hand whose ink now freely blows
blatantly chases shadow- only shadow.
Do not on that doubt throw
for we reside in a world of shadow.

When you stand on a mild sloping meadow
hear from agar a proud cock crow;
If from above fall droplets of snow,
do not see a safe cover from a fellow
who rather lives in a world of shadow.

When we see for a footstep to fellow
see your face in smile in a radiant glow;
tho' your heart is a charcoal; we see shadow.
If we walk on your imprint; we think shallow
while we lives in a world of shadow.

When you claim you all know
You may be surprised to hear you think narrow.
If you bluntly insists on clenching the shadow,;
you may join the row of those lying below
while you leave our world of shadow.

When you think drinks can make you fellow,
you sip and see yourself in real world to grow.
You may lose while chasing after shadow
for your life itself is a walking shadow
living in a world of shadow.