a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Horse stories

This man had lived  here two centuries ago
Who was  cavalry man with a sense of humor
So humorous he would exchange his horses
He was going to buy for Sultan boss, for God.

Was not God a horse face, he who would live
Not in hearts but in lonely granite in sanctum
He who had made horses and us and Sultans
And all of them in interchangeable molecules?

The horses might be terra cotta with laughter
In their extended horse necks, a droll humor
Visible in their clay necks while running races
In fine sarcasm meant for race horse runners.

In dream God was to be installed in a temple
The Sultan’s God is different and west facing.
But the earthly laughter was fine horse play.
All things are of clay and break in due course.

(Jhamsingh the Sultan’s cavalry man, who had lived in Hyderabad two hundred years ago, went on a journey to buy horses for the Sultan but used the money to make a temple for God)

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