Mombay he-haws when set free,
galloping across the setting sun.
Its a treat to the eyes of an artist.
His gay eyes meet the cool breeze,
swaying with an air of authority.
The wind cajoles around his black body,
as he strodes on balanced heels.
The saddle is gone,the rope is gone,
No lashing whip!
He races towards the horizon.
As his heart beats faster,
he thinks of 'silence and i'.
Until he notices 'hoofs and thuds'.
Ah! Life!...it relieves him,
He shakes off 'silence and i',
he-haws with alls his might
and races towards the horizon.
1 comment:
alas but 'silence and i'. liked the spirit of mombay.
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