Evening descended,The blue sky still had a hint of crimson
Babaushka, the horse came to a halt
He looked through the gentle slopes towards home
It was far, town looked so torn and bare
Amid the stumps of memories, he fell silent
Only the footfalls of his hooves pierced the blazing stillness
Implacable destiny broke his age-old dwelling
His address was gone
…he'd lost his right to live in his home!
He quivered, as his memories roared--the streets were full of blood
He remembered his dying master writhing, trembling in pain;
and how he cautiously pulled him up on his back
Before he could reach home; his master was pinned to the ground by enemies
Babaushka got on his hind legs, reared into the air; slumped near his master.
Pulled him on the saddle went sprinting over the hills, holding him stoutly on his back
Through the rocks, he saw the master’s wife in the courtyard; sure-footed he entered
He put the dead-body at her feet and neighed…and then
..........Hell suspended on earth!
A few lashes sent lacerating pain through his shoulders and collarbone;Sounds of half-moan, and whimpering left his mouth---
Faithfulness a tragedy no doubt.!
She pulled the straps off his shoulders in anger and grief; banishing
Persecuting and letting him bleed into the deep teal of the night...
Wind shifted throughout the night
Babaushka was now awaiting a tiny slice of morning...
A paradise--- safe from snakes, pests was all that his heart was desiring
Away from the world of cheats who rub shoulders with death on the way
Tears blurred Baboushka's vision...slowly
The riotous bougainvilleas and the passion flowers drifted out of his sight
Only black outlines, ugly human figures stood on the ridge of the night sky
A profound peace slipped in; humming verses comforting the stallion
Baboushka stayed there until his pain and exhaustion passed …
With unsteady trot, stamping his hooves, he started moving
There were maggots multiplying in his wounds; he could smell his own blood
But, this was not torture, ...his heart went tripping to spread out; and he rose
He mounted on the flowing river; fishes swam and pecked his legs
But on rounding the bend something bit him hard, and his body twitched
He looked down; it was a snake-infested stream…the horse's legs trembled
The angel of death came in the guise of a snake and took him away...