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Dark Horse.. Dr. Zainul Husain

 





 I am the dark horse
The world misjudged
They cursed my frame
They called me a bad name
None of them could read
 My umacthable strength and airy speed.

I needed a chance,
A new dawn
I needed caring hands
And an encouraging heart
A master who was well versed
In mentoring art.

The people who owned me with pride
Didn't deserve
Even to hold my bridle
They gave me only whips
In return of my loyalty
And true love.

I bled ,I sighed
Those Hypocrites always lied
The tulip of my talents could not bloom
It remained buried unknown
That dawn of my dreams died in pain
With a Herculean body and Aristotelian brain.

© Dr. Zainul Husain
     India
    15/09/2021

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