Riding Horse To Green Meadow
Galloping horse on drought cracked land throws dust from trampled soil in air
From ruins of dry life I’ll rise like dust to ride on the running horse
It'll morph to racing hope, take me from wasteland to green meadow.
April, 19, 2018.
Syllable count : 16 each line.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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