The Reins

 

 

The canter in the sprinkle of dust

Spirals into a gallop of sooty clouds

The precipitation of the soil echoes

Reciprocating the thudding ascent

Saddled , I advance blindfoldedly

Deeper into the horizons of me

But the sky and the land fail to mingle

Amidst the mirage in a  summer noon

When the hot wind leaves my muzzle

My hoof is burnt in the wilderness

That I somehow find lost  in a maze

A frenzy to outpace myself often

Oh ! There was never a horse below

The spurs had pierced the bubbles

The waves had whipped the soul

While the burning breeze cast his reins

On what I had so far  believed to be me

Even when the waters failed to return

The footsteps dissolved in the day

And the sigh smothered in the dusk

When I picked a for long deserted mask

It was somehow what used to be me

I continue to rush beyond and further

Flogged by the reign of surrendered  reins.

 

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