Thursday, July 18, 2002

One of the poems that a profilic poet and a friend of mine wrote a few years back during an operations research class while doing problems on Linear programming.

Am like a horse in a stable
feeling all fit and able
get my meals on time
Can sleep when I want to.

Then I dream about
the horses in the wild
can feel the breeze on my mane
and the tingle on my hide
dream about the absence of shackles
wild grass everywhere
snorting and galloping breezong through the days.

I wake up to see
the fence in my stable
know it can be crosseded being physically able
I think of the security
the meals on time and luxury life
and how I need to be more mentally able....


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