The Race Horse Poem by Iman Sadikeen

Lush meadows along rippling streams pass I
When I be racing in one eternal track
This one I chose not but the dictating Fate!
Driven by his mistress Necessity indeed!

Would I not love grazing awhile
the peaceful greens and loiter about.
Or change track with one fellow-mate.
Step out and try fresh, not the same.

Alas my anxiety beats this yearning need,
I risk not the course made!
Quit I shall from this survival race;
And start over from the bottom yet again.