Alone not like the others,
he was not for playing,
he was for plowing,
a epiphany ,a picture flashed,
in his psyche,
and again the picture blurred,
like a reflection in the pond,
standing alone,
by the fence in the field,
that he wasn’t born
A plow horse.
It got transcended
to retrograded to tagged so.
Again flashed,
that many colts in stable,
cherishing playing/racing,
All pre-empting to allure
stable caretaker,
offering rides to stable boy ,
jollying/wheedling ,
to entice stable manager,
who to sort steeds for plowing
or playing,
one that kindhearted offered for
mundane sledge,
got tagged for plowing.
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