(99) Taming the rider

(99) Taming the rider


He is not an ostler, not a dedicated soldier, nor even
a Seasoned man knowledgeable in matters of horse.
A rider of pleasure at his own will and wish,
always bent upon taming the good horse,
literal ride on it, right from fodder down to stable,
the mild tamed horse yields to his pressure,
even the grazing on the green savannah is
time-bound and checked by the rider,
brownish and slender the tamed brute,
is not a brute but in perfect diapason?
With the rider with the rigid bridle
and sadistic bent of mind in taming
the innocent further: the rider
more often than not has a jolly good ride,
and thanked heaven for such a mild creature.
yet his ego does not permit him to accept
Goodness and reality.
He continues to bully the brute.
The all seeing gods and all knowing gods
one day decide to test the
Rider to teach a lesson,
One day on his way back to the stable
when the sun has travelled westward,
the birds and animals reach their habitat
the sky’s blue is merged by the stars twinkling,
when The Deep is aggravated by the roaring waves,
the tired rider now walking alone chances to
see the horse flat on the ground , motionless,
seemingly sad face with a pointed arrow
on its left leg,
Appearances are deceptive, the dictum is true,
for the horse seems to be on its heals
the moment the arrow is taken,
the rider aghast, now chases, runs,
gasping for breadth, catching the strap,
but the horse kicks him so often,
that this experience is quite new,
he pats now on the brute, sits on it,
when the ride starts, alas! It comes to a halt,
refuses to move, this time a mild pat on his body,
the infuriated brute, untameable, jumps high
that the rider is tamed to the ground.