By Humaira Hayat
Gift me a horse,With a single saddle,With an unfitted girth,For an unknown journey,And I will ride.
Gift me a horse,With rough reins,With harsh fur,For a secret race,And I will yelp in victory.
Gift me a horse,With blinders of drapes,Without stirrups,For an acute trip,And I will explore.
Gift me a horse,A dark horse,A tough horse,For a hill point,And I will be there before all.
(The writer in a student of English literature. Feedback at: [email protected])
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