Sowmya Hiremat

On some odd days 
In many different ways

My mind asks 
Amidst many tasks

Why do you ride?
Is it to hide?

Or is it sheer pride
To broadcast world wide?

It became a puzzle..!
& I had to arm wrestle

With this tricky question
Spewed by my inner function 

It left me paralyzed 
Also partially euthanized

Then one afternoon,  
Thankful very soon.. 

It came to me 
Ah!answer to my plea

I do it, merely to survive
Not even to thrive 

On the back of my horse
I ride the arduous course

From the dark hell, 
The pit, the dungeon, the well..

With my totem pole 
Out of this deep hole

Into it at times I descend
My beast helps me ascend

Like the Phoenix rising
An act magical & surprising 

So I have finally learnt 
After being brutally bent 

My breath weaves
Into my horses sinews 

Horses, Riding are my Hail Mary 
When am dying & wishing for a fairy

That doubt is now 
Put to rest. Phew!holy cow 

A little poem to share with you
About why I do what I do

I ride not for pride or to hide
But to be fully alive & survive
And with god’s grace maybe thrive.