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One day, they caught me
In the jungle, near the waterfall.
I loved running then.
I loved racing with the wind,
Watching my unshod heels
Raise clouds of dust behind me.
I loved to hear the clap-clap of my strides
Faster, louder and more furious
Then the falling hailstones of a thunderstorm.
The sight of the rising Sun
Would inspire me to run faster
And try and jump over it.
And the friendly setting Sun
Would tease me and challenge me
To surge ahead of my shadow if I can.
And on many a moonlit night,
My speeding form was mistaken
For a reflected beam of Moonlight.
And on hot summer noons
In the cool caress of the waterfall
I would hear the swirling waters
Whisper a tale in my ears.
I once asked the mesmerizing waters, “Who am I?”
And it didn’t answer.
But, as I just said,
One day they caught me.
They wanted me to earn my living.
“If you know only to run, then race!”
They put iron under my feet.
Made me run round and round
A concrete circle of radius 100 meters
And timed me, while my head spun.
Astonished cries of “You failed!”
Flooded my ears from all sides.
I thought of scaling the walls
And escape, but the walls were too high.
Completely drenched, and dripping
With sweat and shame,
I realized,
I am just a race-horse,
To be shot the day I lose.