Written by Dr. Zainul Husain Dr. Husain's poem was one of the 16 Biweekly Picks from poems chosen on September 17, 2021. I am the dark horse The world misjudged They cursed my frame They called me a bad name None of them could read My unmatchable strength and airy speed. I needed a chance, A new dawn I needed caring hands And an encouraging heart A master who was well versed In mentoring art. The people who owned me with pride Didn't deserve Even to hold my bridle They gave me only whips In return of my loyalty And true love. I bled, I sighed Those hypocrites always lied The tulip of my talents could not bloom It remained buried unknown That dawn of my dreams died in pain With a Herculean body and Aristotelian brain. © 09/2021
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