FAR, far, on a winter night
At a black muddy road
With a thundering sound
He comes on a black healthy horse
Through the foggy wind
A rejuvenated dream of a hopeless boy!!
Near, near to dusty waves…
On the side of a roofless house…
With a black big cycle he sets out…
Thought the endless road
He peddles hopelessly straight,
At the narrow end
A twinkling light he saw…
He sped the peddling…
Soon, soon he reached
With a triumph…
He laughed, he laughed with a hail
He peddled again through
The road he passed off…
This time slowly, enjoying the breeze,
The breeze of winter is cool and gives freshness,
As he dreamt a rider at a foggy road!
A foggy road on the winter night
And through the blacky road…
Bottle from his pannier empowered his foot…
On the way he salutes the martyr tomb…
The heights and slopes of road made to doom…
All the way he just remembering
All the legendary tales with a thought he never fails…
He the rider reached back …
To the roofless house…
Rapture on his face
Long away inside the foggy air
A black healthy horse with its rider
Runs away… far… as in his dream
Far, far to a gusty land!!!
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Author:
nikhil PS (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
lol cool .... nice poem.... cheers 😀 🙂
thank u!
i think your a great poet
oh god! i dont think so... anyway thanks!
wide thought .great and sweet.that breeze is really refreshing.thnx
really? thank u for commenting my poems and keep doing this.... thank u once again my dear frnd!!
Very interesting....I don't entirely understand it, but enjoyed the pictures you painted, Fascinating story.
I like it. Your symbolism is good.
thank u!!!
Very good, felt like I was there...
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