On Dead Horse

We are on dead horse
Trembling ourselves
And consoling we are
Hundred kilometres
Per hours.
Tremendously we are
Not ours and who are
There to welcome us
We do not know.
We are not biased
Over sectoral approach
And not swift to
Comment on our
Departure at the moment.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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