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He followed me, never talked to me and never did he smile,

I could neither hear his footsteps nor could I hear him rustling behind me,

Seemed like he walked on the wind,

I never saw him clear,

Saw only his faint picture,

His height was same as mine,

His looks resembled mine,

He was my imitation,

He walked the same path I walked on,

He stopped when I stopped,

He kept pace with me,

After many hours of my journey,

I stopped, wanting to know about this man whom I did not know,

But having fear of ignominy,

I kept going,

I became curious about him,

I tried to watch him,

He disappeared in utter dark,

And appeared again with a delightful look in the sober light,

He was a solemn man,

I had no until; I got acquainted with him,

He did me no harm and gave me no trouble,

But this mysterious man only followed and imitated me,

I tried to converse with him,

But he would only stare at me,

Neither did he whisper nor did he mumble,

He slept next to me,

He woke up when I did,

He sat where I did,

He went where I went,

He faced where I went,

He faced the same fate as mine,

And we stood together in difficulties,

He did things which I did but with panache,

I think, he thought what I thought,

I do not know what should I call him,

Is he I, part of myself,

I understand now, following, watching, and imitating me were his instincts,

After a long time my journey has ended,

So has his,

I lie in my tomb serenely,

So does he, besides me,

My life was not a solitary one,

I always had this mysterious companion,

You know now, who is he?

He is my shadow,

But he doesn’t!