Treasure Island

Ayyappa Paniker

(12 September 1930 - 23 August 2006 / Kavalam, Kerala, India)

Horse Play


Four gallant horses
galloped forth.

One was white, one was black,
one was red, one was brown.

One had four legs,
one had three,
one had two,
and the fourth had one leg.

The one-legged horse
said to the others :
the time for dance has come,
sweet friends,
let's dance on a single hoof !

All of them liked the idea,
and the dance began.
The four-legged horse fainted outright,
the three-legged horse slipped and fell,
the two-legged horse limped to a fall :
only the one-legged one
danced on and on.

Submitted: Thursday, September 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 07, 2012

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