Revenge of the shadow

Revenge of the shadow

Tall, he was

characterized by his height 

forehead like an ocean

pinnacle of glory shining bright

his open arms epitomized magnificence 

wealth flowed down his hair

for his infinite benevolence

all the nature's wealth

he captured

and distributed to those 

in front of him

how well were they nurtured

upon whom he looked

prosperity was bestowed 

like a deity 

he was deservedly adored

but 

those who lived behind 

they were out of sight 

for him, out of mind

leave apart the wealth

they would not get even light

they starved in the cold shadow

their cries, their complaints

fell on a deaf hollow

he said "go and don't return"

but he wished

"only if I could turn!"
To survive, one has to strive
when one is born
one tries to live
till he is alive
so did the shadow
it mustered the courage
the shadow had but didn't know
to live
it put it's life at stake
and didn't know
how ruthless
the courage could make
the shadow scaled him
and crossed over to the fore
everything was there
food, wealth, light
like a golden bird
twinkling bright
the shadow picked up
what it could
and happily returned
to belong where it should
but soon
it was again
empty and cold
no rain
and it crossed over again
and yet again
and again
marauded the golden bird
again and again
and every time it returned
it was only a shadow
it realized it would have to stop being
how into light it had to turn
so it crossed the tall, majestic and cold
Himalaya for the last time
towards the warmer side
and merged with the light
hitherto white
with the shades of shadow
it became vibgyored
like a rainbow!