The chase ...

Riding the stallions n running the race,
holding the reins n keeping the pace ;
spanking the flanks n grabbing the manes,
we rode across meadows n the country lanes;


got a whiff of pollen n I looked around ,
and lost self in the heaven that I found ;
the moment painted me a whole new life ,
green of farms n breaths without strife ;

found what to ask as a wish my last ,
I smiled a dream n rode again fast ;


then i rode through myriad towns n seasons ,
survived several times of honour n treasons ;

when fates raged,lost some n others i won ,
finally,sat on throne n cherished the crown ;


then a day i remembered a wish n picked up a ride ,
then i went back and visited that country side ;
the village was no more ,but a small town ,
so in the race of life ,the time again won ;

the lily of a day faded away n didn't last, 

got etched in timeline as a point in the past;