SHADOWS PAST

I do not think of history

For there you are, smilingly

Going where I go and stand

Casting noon-time shadows

Placing endless question marks

Sentence after sentence

Burning all the photographs

On which we seemed too happy

I think of future and a time

Where you are no more

Go burn someone else’s dreams

Whispering doubts in other ears

No more will you hold me down

Neither will the pain restrain me:

The shadows in my mind are past