He clings to me everywhere I go
Walking after my steps like a torrid disciple
He neither uttered nor listened to my voice
Yet he copied my actions.
Black and good looking is he on the ground
Always humble himself to affright me
He neither change clothes or look dirty
His black is ever glowing.
A very good friend
that is ready to follow me to the end
He knew my hidden pictures
And never tell any being .
He martyr and relish with me
Never a day will he complained when he passed through fire
He act as calm as a pure phantasma
He pitifully listened to my problems
Yet he is not tired but he gave no remedy.
A true friend in time of perturbation
He has been with me from the day I was formed into the uterus
And he will surely go with me till eternity.
Memories of my puerility is rudimentary
Without my precious shadow
How can I find a true friend like you?
He's mirthful when I stood before him
He grows moldable while walking with him.
As long as I'm still in beingness
I will never forget your kindness
For you have made me know what a true friend is
Walking with me in perilous times
so long as I live, you are forever my alter-ego.
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