As he stood in his stall at the stable,

Staring into the green depth of field,

Dreaming about that uncertain fable,

Wanting to have that moment seized.

He had been waiting and praying,

From the time she was addressed as a filly,

Putting up all he had to be alluring,

Yet turning out to be a little silly!

Every single glance at her,

Was ravishing yet serene,

Her lovely and dazzling smile,

A work of art that made everyone keen.

Her eyes, innocent and perfect,

Exactly like a freshwater pearl,

Her elegance had to affect,

For she had the energy of an iridescent swirl.

After ages the horse went galloping,

When the Mare was along him,

Unable to believe that it was happening,

As now he was short of all pseudonyms.

That moment!

That moment swept him off his feet,

As he would never stop thinking about it,

Scared of not scaring away that mare sweet,

Contemplating a lot and also a bit.

Neighing out loud in his silence,

All this time his guts getting curled,

Gathering not be quite and regretful,

He said ‘You Rocked my whole world!’

– Rishabh Bohra