Centaur - Poem by Naveed Akram
To remount the horse we cross a large divide,
The horseman is clever and shrewd about life;
Across the field they trample to discover the greens
And the gold of the trees, the trees are upon them.
The man of the horse changes into a centaur,
Its changing was lately a consideration by God.
Remind him of the lateness and the earliness,
Join them to you, by inciting the words from the leaders.
The leader is a joiner, a collector of pains too large,
Ghostly warriors consider us to be like a century.
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