Tendrils Of Dream Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Tendrils Of Dream
The chariot shot down the cobbled slope,
And thundered past the ruins. The wheels revolted
And wobbled off; the axle crashed; the rope
Trailed limp; the yoke lay felled; the horse had bolted.
Tendrils of dream began to tug my eyes
As I awoke to find the white horse gone.
It pawed the ground and fled into the skies,
In golden dust it flew towards the sun.
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