It was not to be…

It had drizzled all the hours of darkness,
The space in the woods had a tang of rain,
All over the ranch was a hint of mess,
As if the soil was in angst and pain.

A lone stallion treaded the mucky farm,
Chill was the gust of the lake not so great,
The sun was nowhere to keep him warm,
Everything else was tranquil by fate.

Till, rapidly out of the thriving green,
Surfaced a cute mare with full pace,
A lustrous splendor never before seen,
Tandem they resolved to sprint the race,

And all was azure in the heavens,
Pledges were made never to fail,
Silent words found language of Cavens,
The lone vessel got the waft to sail.

Together they trotted the fencing wire,
Off went the tarnished muddy plain,
Steering the way through snow and fire,
Delight knew no bounds and was insane.

Long did they trek secured to each other,
Till one day the path forked in two,
Promised trail was dreary but bright another,
An impasse!! She knew not what to do.

He took the much sworn perilous lane,
She strode the one with dazzling light,
Both of them in hideous pain,
They scampered their ways with full might.

Till, one day both of them tire,
Till, when they desire to flee,
The urge to meet was dire,
But alas! It was not to be.

---Jibendu Narayan Mazumder