Wishing for your cloak

I wish could steal your cloak
Divine and royal as it seems
Does it really make me disappear
For me to go for hiding?

I shall then hang around for a while,
Unknown to any single soul
And catch you before you deny
Whenever you play so fowl!


I shall then hardly ever appear
Because I am set to escape
All that pains and wound I bear
More than I can scream for help


Then I shall run way so far
Moorlands and woods left unexplored
Finding somewhere, someone
Who makes me feel I too am adored

My eyes moisten as I write this words
Wishing for your cloak so divine
Will it help me find an escape route
And tell me its gonna be fine!

Horse who lost the war!

I am a horse black or white
Weak and hurt down the knees
Laying in the dark stable
Waiting for my release

I have hardly seen any sun,
Since the time I was a colt
Other than those peeping rays
Dancing through those crack and hole

You reined me since I was of month
Thinking you could use that cart
But I was meant for wilderness
Now a horse who lost the war

I dreamed of breaking those reins
Growing wings of my own
Whatever colour may they be
But to fly till any wings have flown

I once or twice flapped those wings
Eager to see those green woodlands
And had jumped and flied few times at least
Before you slaughtered them with your hands

I have quit to dream anymore
No more I hope to grow my wings
Realising I am meant to pull those wheels
And to live as a lonely being

You love to drag me all muddy way
I pull your 'tuk-tuk' with all my might
And I have dreamed of running race!!!!
Now you have restricted my sight

Hurt and tired here I lay
Ending another day of slaughted dreams
Hope the rays dance all the same
When tonignt old moon smiles and beams