My Wooden Horse Shall Run Poem by LALATENDU KABI
My Wooden Horse Shall Run
"Leave that dry log O my child, "
Mother calls her son.
"This is my sky-horse that I shall ride,
And will take you too my Mom;
"As water from the tape will spill "
I shall bathe it clear;
The food I cooked with my utensil,
I shall feed him with care.
"Its not dead, my mother I say,
This is my flying horse;
With food and medicine in a day,
It will rise and run in force."
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