Elegy For A Fallen Steed

By B.Murali Krishna

A majestic soul, once full of life,

Now lies still, in eternal strife.

A bullet's cruel, deadly aim,

Ended your life, in sorrow's frame.

Your mane, once flowing, wild and free,

Now soaked in blood, on dusty sea.

Your eyes, bright stars, that shone so bright,

Extinguished now, in endless night.

Your strength, your beauty, your noble heart,

Cut short, by human hand's cruel art.

No more will you gallop, wild and free,

No more will your spirit, roam with glee.

Why must we take, what's not ours to claim?

Your life, your soul, your rightful name?

What gives us right, to end your days?

And leave your memory, in sorrow's haze?

Your treatment, a reflection of our shame,

A species, lost, with no one to claim.

No compassion, no empathy, no care,

Just a life, cut short, without a prayer.

Farewell, noble steed, may your soul rest,

May your memory, forever be blessed.

May we learn, from your tragic fate,

To treat all life, with compassion, and wait.

By B.Murali Krishna