The horse being dark
looking like a dried bark
stood tired and exhausted
by the side of the lane .
The children playing around
went in a merry-go-round
as the horse stood lonely
munching the grass thoroughly.
It being a race horse once
now thrown away in a bounce
abandoned by its masters now
away in the wilderness under the bough.
Painful to see the dark horse unclaimed
once a stallion of pride and well deigned
appearing like a haggard on the street
well , that is how men go about the beat.
Meenas Poems 