The Red Mustang

The wild horse galloped with nostrils flared,

the hoofs barely touched the ground,

and golden mane flowed over his head.

A rare breed, a vagabond, gallant in speed-

Appeared to have donned a red robe,

alert to dangers around

that his fiery eyes scanned and probed.


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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

8 thoughts on “The Red Mustang

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” The Red Mustang ” , does have that dreamscape quality about it. Upon seeing the poem’s title,I found myself as a reader anticipating a verse about an automobile.Proof if any were needed that a poem’s title is not necessarily an indicator of its subject matter

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