My mind is full of horses, running blind. <br />Each one of them young, mad and wild. <br />All black stallions, elegant and galloping, <br />Each one of them a poet in the making. <br />They refuse to be tamed, they refuse to be shamed, <br />Those idiots are convinced they are Nobel Laureates unnamed. <br />Sound is panting to keep pace with their ranting, <br />The earth is shaking to keep pace with their thudding. <br />All these mad souls perhaps need, is a simple breeze gush <br />That carries from your cherry lips the sweet note of hush.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horses-in-my-mind/
