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

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