A Horse Runs

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.