A Horse In My Reading Room
A horse in my reading room
at my study table
from my very childhood days,
galloping as if never to stop,
perhaps the fastest and oldest
horse of the world.
Its shiny black skin
reflects the sky.
Its beauty is like
that of a sleek poem
rhyming down the page
dancing merrily,
or an arrow
zooming past everything
leaving a trail of invisible
impression in the air
to reach its target.
The horse definitely
has a target.
My father knew it,
as he sketched it for me.
He used to say frequently,
"Life is motion with a target".
To him the horse was
the symbol of life.
Twelve years have passed
since my father's death,
the horse is still galloping....
perhaps it knows its target....
but I am still looking for mine....
**My late father had the God gifted ability
to sketch and paint like an artist.A true story.
© kashinath karmakar (15th June 2011)
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Placement : 6th (June 2011)
Contest:A Horse Story
Sponsor:Carol Brown
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