Nupur Chaturvedi

I saw a horse with shiny coat today,
Galloping ahead of cars and trucks,
Blinkered vision it might have had,
But the focus overcame all faults.

The rider, though, was a scrawny lad,
Being carried than riding the steed,
Scraggy face and raggedy clothes,
He was no Prince Charming.

The horse, the rider went past me,
An instant of contrasts hitting my mind,
Fast cars, noise, colour, money, buildings with glass windows,
And amidst it all – broken dreams, glimmers of hope, wind, energy, focus, drive.