What a fine design and shape
That no man on earth can make
Raise, recede and gallop fast
A joy to young and old at little cost!
At times gentle, sometimes rough
As in life make my feet shaky and tough
When gentle you sing like a cuckkoo
When rough you roar like a lion in frown
While gentle you fondle my feet in love
When rough you make me falter and tumble down!
I see your love for the moon in full
Yearn to reach her with all your skill
Fail to reach, back to your shell
Raise, raise again to reach but fail!
Yet leave the message loud and clear
To all those watch far and near
‘Let the world cease not efforts
Nor nurture low aim and sit in comforts! ‘