Mustang

Through the days
Of the golden summer
I have gone miles
On fields of grass and eglantine,
Riding the wind
With the scent of musk-rose
And the fresh earth around me.

My arms wide open
I embraced pure freedom
Chasing the shadow of the eagle
Till the end of the horizon;
Where the sky stooped to kiss gently
The brown barren land
In the last few golden rays.

The untamed wild spirit
Lives in me still.
Thus the call of the grass,
The face of my brother dust
Brings to my heart
The longing of the Mustang
To be free again.

by Anirban Laha

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