Behind the horse

Its a poem written on a failed hear

While laying as an object before the viewers,
She was not sad, though she was ashamed
Somebody shouted, she is jenny; the female donkey
Jenny couldn't make out her fault; being a female or a donkey

Unwilling to frame both,she convicted her desire
None encouraged her desire to run with the horse.
Even the horse tried a lot to make her not to pursue
Everyone had the same reason.
A donkey can't reach him..a female will never
None on earth could make her turn back
Provoked by her inherent faith, she started running. ...
Even in her max, she couldn't reachveven his way
Competence as his tagline, horse never looked back

Over excited muscles couldn't catch up her heart There took an avenge where her body became her enemy
Fighting with her muscles, she couldn't move her feet
running above her speed landed her to the stable
With a scarced health, she couldn't hold a load
Mercy was shown to her by sending her to the Zoo
Being an object is a cause of shame, yet she is not sad
For she cherishes the memory of steering behind the horse.