SHADOW

Shadow ( Post COVID19 )

_ S.B. ( Saptarshi Basu )

Time has gone by , fast forward mode
 The world back to its normal senses
  Buses puffing smoke as he walked towards his office.
   There's a fresh coating everywhere,
Yet the shadow have not left him.

  A thick layer of dust has gathered to welcome him,
   Along with the old dried leaves which have fallen.
  Old , few new faces across the street corners
Yet the shadow have not left him.

    He coughs a bit as he settles in ,
       The new air not so fresh anymore.
       A strange sense of drifting clutters him
        Like a sailor who looks back to his home
  While moving far away.
   Yet the shadow have not left him.

The shoe size of the shadow misfits him
   The shirt dandling a bit more on a pale structure,
  Of the shadow.
He looks for a moment till he recognises the shadow ,
 Of his father
  The Pandemic has created holes in our heart.
Yet the shadow have not left him.