Summer Noon

It is like a forest of many suns
this summer noon.

Everyside one's shadow falls
It nibbled away
By a counter-shining sun
At once

I wonder whether there can be
substance without shadow.
Shadow-bare
Ghost-like
I move light-impelled
Between one orb of light and another.

This is ego-slaughter.

Almost as if the balls played the player.

from Poems. K. G. Subramanyan