Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]

[An old horse was standing under the shade of a tree in Maidan, Kolkata. He was not tied. An old carriage was standing at a distance–dismantled it was. The noon was late and was of late February. This whole image inspired me to wrote down a poem in Bengali titled Mansur Miyar Ghora–after a name of a Bengali cinema released in 2000. There was a picture I had clicked of the horse, but, I had lost it somehow. ]

The wind is sombre; spring at its fullest.

Every seconds are getting renew with the play of cloud–light and dark.

He throw his leg and neigh; his dense mane flying in air.

The carriage standing afar; seats have gathered holes; cotton and chobra peeping out.

He recollect the days when it was grand and he was handsome. Miya was young.

The wind is sombre; spring at its fullest.

He see around see few grazing and a few attach to carriage, waiting for customers.

He neighs softly to wave off the boredom and start a conversation–to resist remembrance

Every bit is getting renew with the play of cloud-light and dark.

It’s long till that monsoon night; you’re my darling…take care, Mansur Miya had says ‘fore bid.

Then he never come. Come…have your lunch…young new master calling him.

He throw his leg and neighs; his dense mane flying in air.

March, 2012

#Chobra is the dried hard surface of a green coconut especially.

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By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


  1. I can well picture all those horses and carriages around Victoria Memorial. Its a beautiful poem and I’m sure its a lot more beautiful in Bengali. I hope you’ve published the original.

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  2. Lovely words … so sad to see the state of the horse in the image you provided. Undernourished and wasting away…so sad, but with a broken cart, I’m sure the owner had difficulties feeding himself. Thank you for adding your lovely poem to the mix this week 🙂

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            1. Ah! Signs can be a tricky addition to an image prompt, but they can easily be ignored or revealed as duplicitous. I have every confidence you’re strong voice will shine through. Good Luck!


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