The metaphorical horse
Robson Thounaojam *
The charioteer whips the horse,
The chariot moving its course;
The charioteer strangles him with his virile force,
And the chariot moves along its desired course.
The horse is running towards destiny,
But is blinded by authority.
He will run
But can he win?
His feet is now soiled with blood and sweat,
For the price he paid to fulfil his fate.
He ran to win,
Win he did, but the winner was someone else within;
He ran with all his might,
Just to realise that freedom was nowhere in sight;
He weeps now,
For he was blind up until now.
Dusk is set,
And dawn is about to break;
But freedom is asleep,
While people pay for its upkeep;
Blood and sweat paid to the kingdom
For a democracy that masquerades as freedom;
Are you still in the run?
Because the end has already begun.
* Poem written by Robson Thounaojam . The poet can be reached at rthounaojam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on August 26 2011.
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