A Gifted Vase

The vase came to me with a bundle of surprise,

And the horse riding over its flint made me glee & Pride!

It was running towards its destination,

While my heart was flowing to get the devotion!

But I'd never thought that a horse is created to go to the miles,

How can it stay in the lone's life!

Though the strong ray of hope is streaming inside,

By humming lore in a dreaming voice!

If it's enchanting color is breathing in the depth,

Yet the soul is groaning extent!