A Horse Runs Poem by Gajanan Mishra

A horse runs,
A poet compose.
I search
The relationship
Between a horse
And a poet
At every time
Everywhere here.

No one can beat the horse,
No one can topple the poet.
But as always
I see both in one place,
Though bisect.
I cry not,
But smile for
All equally.

From the hill top,
I raise my voice
With all good faith.
But I care not
The like and dislike
Of others who are
Not good at heart,
I call all, though.

In a state, where I am
Day and night, my language,
My thoughts and all
Getting jolt.
In different ways
I try to convince,
Lo, the truth is here,
Only for love.