Lost Warmth

I keep mending meadows of my meandering mind;

In the best of my efforts keeping on the course;

With blinders on and ignoring fellow horses,

Yet fascinating horses from different walks,

Keep treading all over the meadows; 

Though blinders shut the sight, 

Inner vision lights up with flaring fantasies... 

Is it a Unicorn, or a Pegasus, or a Black Beauty?

Heart skips a beat in their rhythmic gallops! 

The irony is - what so ever, nothing lasts forever:

The vanity of beauty and majesty of youth 

Vanished in vain decades of rough trots... 

Tiered of ebbing hopes of falling dreams;

Lost even the pride of a horse,

As the huge baggage of losses 

Makes me mere a mule! 

Extended solitary rides on ruthless icy ranges 

Numb the every ounce of warmth in me!