Haunting Shadows


There are shadows all around from my past,
haunting me on every step through life,
shadows reeking of guilt and blunt despair
making my weariness rigid with strife.
Even when the sun is gone from the sky
those haunting shadows still remain unfazed
like a band of scarecrows with painted face,
on passive guard over the precious grains.

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