His weary obedient horse skipped its meals <br />And had no proper sleep for few days. <br />He checked the stable and found some horseflies cause to the sickness. <br />He cleaned the premises well <br />And everything back to normal. <br />But it neighs again; 'Master, still I couldn't win a race and you spent me a lot in vain.' <br />He said; 'Do not worry my dear Tattoo and I am sure that you will be the winner of incoming grand race.' <br />Though it showed its talent, <br />They say that the winner has to be decided from a photograph. <br /> <br />[ I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness......] <br />2 Timothy 4: 7-8 Niv <br /> <br />* A strong wind blows from Illinois hullabaloo to this rickety stable.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/photo-finish/
