Rodeo Life Poem by Ayni Poet

You sat down for a ride,
Through stunning valleys, sharp crevasses
In the hectic modulations of turbo forwards,
Shaking in ups and downs,
Sipping pain and pleasure with the same glass.

Effort was a motivating anthem,
A guiding chorus sung almost
Without a break for a steady breath,
Or a moment of full relaxation
Of the agitated soul.

Tension is poison, not fuel
Life is not a battle ground
For those having a thick spine.

Free yourself from the tyranny
Of such a torturing game.