A plow horse.

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.