They sneak up to you and then hide,
You take a look, but no ones behind.
Ruthless, viscous, dirty lot,
Always planning their nasty plot.
You run away, fairly quick and far,
But they always know where you are.
From distorted areas of truth and lies,
From the darkest of shades they arise.
As you move around and the time ticks,
Like gangsters, they continue their dirty tricks.
And all you can do is follow them,
And that’s what they want, those shadow men.
Until you do what they want,
For weeks and months they will haunt.
Leaving you in agony, vain,
Suffering which would forever remain.
Even in this helpless plight,
Shadow men seldom strike,
When they’re too close, too near,
Your heart chokes out of fear.
They call you close with filthy names,
And play their sinister mind games.
And in that game you don’t realize,
How much you’ve been traumatized.
They lurk as shady figures on walls,
As you shout back at their calls.
They fill your life with sorrow when,
You come in the way of the shadow men.
Following them will lead you back,
On that same culpable track.
After being chased for so long,
You’ll need to go back where you went wrong.
Go back to each and every,
Who you have cheated deceitfully.
Who you have mislead for your good,
Go back and do what an honest man would.
Do this before your grave gets filled,
For shadow men are nothing but your own guilt.
Who have pity on no one,
Who will make you pay for the wrongs you’ve done.
Deceptive they are, quite impressive,
All to make you more submissive.
But even when they’re not in view,
From where no one’s looking, they stare at you.
Laugh at every breath you take,
Every smile you fake,
Every mistake you make.
And your chances are very narrow when,
You try to run away, away from them,
Away from the shadow men.
(c) Mitul
Magu
February, 2011
