HORSE GALLOPING

All through
The bearing
Called life,
The regret
Sprouted again
In His presence;
Urging him, about
The hidden love
Before the space
Took an oath
At birth,
And lastly
It lay buried
Aligning with
The root tip
Where the vortex
Churn its point,
Life and death alike;
Melting in regret
And the bounty
Of love divine
Was ready for
Bidding adieu
The whole stretch
Of life.
Hearing so,
Death came alive
With a chariot
Ready coffin
And an enchantress
Along the side,
The lost found love
The sweetness
Of silence.
And thus
I could hear
The trudge
The sound, of
Horse galloping!