Hobby Horse Poem by utsav dhital

It was hard and bitter
In fact,
harsh feeling for him to remember
Tried enough
from high to low
Around the haze of Himalayas

To the drunkard
Searching for cigarette to erase

Once a well-being
Admirable enough
Earning dollars
To have the bed.

Got undressed
made the night bitter
With sip's of Italian classic

An afraid man
Tired of life
Nothing popped off
Suddenly packed
As spontaneously as green growing wild
That brave enough to live and travel
Explore and feel his heart
With the hobbies
That was kept aside
During the rapids of life.