Integral shade


 

We squad together from first light to twilight

In different sizes- Petite, elongated and slight

Guiding to the illuminated light

Yet not illuminated by the light

Unbiased to Cohorts of Blacks, Browns and Whites

My Inseparable shadow in Black


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  1. Shelly GurpreetJune 10, 2020 at 2:10 PM

    Beautiful.

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  2. Mustansir FazalJune 11, 2020 at 2:41 PM

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  3. Mustansir FazalJune 11, 2020 at 2:41 PM

    Some humans for centuries when they are better placed, perceived their so called superior qualities as benchmark to have name calling for those, so called inferior.
    The worst is those inferior have no control of what they are made to be.
    What they possess are purely either accidental or by birth.

    Apni khushi na aaye, na apni khushi chale.

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