Vaishnavi Sathish

You made me run the whole week.
You’ve tied up the saddles too.
I close my eyes to envision the time
When I’ll let down the crew.

You expect me to run courses
And jump obstacles.
You believe I’ll jump that river
And make miracles happen.

Understand you’re betting
On a useless creature
As these feeble legs
Cannot run any faster.

The very thought that
I know I can’t
But you still expect from me,
Makes my ribs wither
And my apologies get lost in my lungs.

I’d love to fulfill your dream
But if you’re hoping to
Grow roses out of a lily seed,
Sorry, there’s not much I can do.

The stables were opened
And you walked me to my lane,
But when my saddle came loose,
I didn’t hesitate;
I flew away.

I heard you all gasp.
I didn’t want you to get
Disappointed either.

But please! Perceive that
The Pegasus is not born to run
A horse’s race.


This work has been published in Beetle Magazine's July 2020 Issue

Illustration by Dhanashree Pimputkar

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