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{ This is a palindrome poem. } Grey tears falling And Now dark oceans, Forging muted tempests, Wreck ship of life... In that dark dusk. Dusk dark... That, In life of ship-wreck, Tempests muted...forging Oceans dark now And Falling tears grey. 

 The shadow child crawls upon earthen floor Throwing long shadows on the sun baked walls. The shadow child crawls near a broken down door Under a thatched roof as the darkness falls Shadow mother cooks dried fish and rice. Smokes puff through thatch like shadows in those void. Shadow kids eat 'em all, (yet) hunger never dies. The shadow mother gets  salt and mango seeds. In the twilight those shadow children crawl. Look... A long coat clad shadow approaches them. Their lanterns burn slow...fuel oil runs too low. He takes their lanterns...goes back the way he had come. As he takes their lanterns far and farther, Look... Their shadows grow larger and larger. 

{ This poem is a  Double-tetractys Syllabic scheme-1,2,3,4,10, 10,4,3,2,1. Rhyming is optional} Kid   Does not Fear shadows. He laughs with joy Watching the shadows silently mimicking him . But adult feels haunted, sees shadows creeping Behind his back And he fears His own Self...

{ This poem is a rictameter. A rictameter is a poem of 9 lines with no restriction on rhyme scheme. The only restriction is that the first and last lines must be exactly the the same and the syllable count must be 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2. } A kid Grows up and up Into manhood in years... Childhood leaves memories and deep scars. At lonely nights past haunts and memories taunt. Childhood never comes back...in sleep He gets rid of them by Curling up like A kid.