MY GOLDEN HORSE

he used to walk

tapping his toes

he flew as high

as my sight goes

i often rode his back

and saw the ocean

and he took my care

with great precaution

we went to hills

and we went to jungles

we saw the pole star

when it shines n twinkles

we gathered clouds

over the desert sands

we flew smiling

over seas and lands

we stood gazing sky

all night long

he often tapped his toes

when i sang a song

we collected shooting stars

in the bag of light

watched flowers to blossom

in the morning light

he used to clean his wings

while bathing in the streams

ohh i miss my golden horse

in my dreams

i don't know he misses me or not

but to me as ages it seems

i really miss my golden horse

in my dreams.

PRASHANT RANA

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