Chasing Horizon Poem by Krishna Acharya

In a land where dreams took flight,
A horse raced on through day and night.
Motivated by a fire within,
He wanted the place where dreams begin.

His hooves beat hard on craggy ground,
As he chased the goal he'd finally found.
Through fields of forests deep,
He never waited, he never slept.

One day, while sprinting at speed,
He found a stream that met his need.
Its waters clear, a twinkling sight,
It called him, a sweet delight.

He stopped to drink, its cool embrace,
Diverted from his destined place.
Captivated by flows, light and free,
He lost the route he used to see.

Days turned to weeks, as he stayed,
Alongside the stream where he had played.
His dreams now distant, faded far,
He wandered where his destiny are.

But as the stream began to dry,
The horse looked up, and questioned why.
The love he found had skated away,
Leaving him alone and gray.

With weighty heart and disappointed eyes,
He knew he had to say goodbye.
The dreams he'd chase were still ahead,
His spirit motivated, no longer dead.

With brand-new strength, he made a path,
Through valleys bottomless and mountain wrath.
No lengthier bound by water's call,
He rose once more, yet he might fall.

He learned to steer the night,
To pursue his dreams with all his might.
For though the stream had come and gone,
His spirit flew, relentless, on.

Through trials hard-hitting and storms wild,
He forced ahead, both strong and mild.
His dreams once lost, now clear and bright,
He journeyed on, with pure delight.
He journeyed on, with pure delight…