The Centaur's Lament (An Acrostic Poem)
By Arindom Borah
Can a wretched freak of a four-footed beast
Endure such calumny and lies? ‘Tis hard. For
Nocturnal we may be and may have too a
Taste for adventure. But on what or whose
Authority do you classify us as beings without
Utility; mythical and fanciful? You may not see us, but
Real we are. We live among you humans in subtle camouflage.
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