Shadow Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Shadow

Everywhere, there is a shadow.
Shadow — everyone.

Who am I speaking to?
You — or your shadow?

How much of me is shadow?
How much is light?

It is a shadow world:
colored pictures
turned black and white.

A polite shadow,
brightly lit.

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