Horse
I used to make my horse run
Very fast and into you, oh, deep sea
To meet you and say ‘'I live for you ‘'
But my heart never ceased
Without a good news
And still it beats for you
Once it was very grand and gorgeous
Now a bit tired and tattered
Though it knows how to swim
But at far distances
It does not see any shore
Yet if there is a storm in the sea
Violent and tumultuous
All around dark and bleak
While all the boats are useless
This old horse is the only means
poem by Abdul Wahab
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