Chase

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CHASE

Darts across the lush green dale,

Reaches soon at the foot of hill,

Ascends to the aspiring blues with confidence,

When the sun rises behind in youthful crimson

The length of dark blue that lay

In front of me shines vividly bright.

“I’ll conquer, I’ll place both feet

Upon its fleeing head!” heart throb swears.

The climbing sun warms up, and

Sweats; on its face blushes youth.

The spur of my spirit gets electrified.

Lengthening strides of hoofs overtake;

It shrinks in size under my feet.

When the hands of town’s tower clock

Are united in embrace and look heavenward

I place both my feet over its head.

The greying sun slips down slowly,

Heaves, gasps and cools down gradually.

My legs ache and steps falter;

The dark imp smartly slips out

Of my feet’s grasp, it runs to the rear.

Fallen dreams of the or grow

Lengthwise like a bottled ghost escaped.

No inbuilt mechanism for reverse drive;

Feel helpless to overtake and subdue it.

Wonder, whether ever I conquered it;

All the time I was chasing – now too!

(Image: A boy chasing happiness? Source: Wikimedia)