horse

Written by: priyabrata nayak

a horse came to me 
he was singing a song well 
and laughing to the hell 
must be crazy, must be mad 
but deep inside he was very sad 
he had no place to live 
he had no place to dwell 
his sweet heart was gone 
and his life was spoiled. 
his colour was shiny white 
and had darkest eyes 
he was free to roam and eat 
but could not find 
a place under greedy and selfish skies 
he came to me  
to tell his sorrows 
but i could not help 
i was sad too 
then we both sing a song well well 
and we both laughed to the hell