Fiery Mare
Its been cold ...very cold........
I can’t feel my part of soul....
The ray of shine eaten by fog....
I m lonely standing alone in the road......
Leaved by someone grabbed by no one....
Make myself to run in the path....
Leaving the fear of fall apart...
Don’t care how i m going to find the path....
Just decided to follow my heart...
It was cold ....very cold
Its just the cold frighten me so...
And fog was there for confusing me all...
But the light of faith was still in there...
Giving me warmth of doing all fair...
I stopped somewhere ....some light was there
I follow the light but nobody alive there....
I faced the dead on that path....
Feeling so cold very cold......
Then i woke from sleep....and realise it was dream
I opened my eyes my makers were there waking me up....
From that fiery mare....
They saw my face as it was pale ...
I grabbed them tight and decided to leave them never......
Copyright © Manu Singh Tanwar | Year Posted 2015
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