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veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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A Man on The Bridge!
On that old bridge, during the last fight,
Threw the ring into the river to drown and rest,
Returned to find that young heart in the old body,
Still holding the placard of ‘I am sorry' to the wind,
Looking for the ring of love that he had lost,
In the new bridge, as the old is closed and secured,
The elderly man is searching for his sweet heart,
In every young woman who passes by his side,
from left to right, right to left and top to bottom,
Let people call him ‘dirty old man',
Without knowing his life long search for his young love,
Let people name him after every name of the devil,
As he does not realize that his love has gone old and cold,
But he has that hope, on the sidewalks of the bridge,
That connects the two different banks of life and death,
Rises up for the small ships to pass through,
The clocks at the bell towers are changed,
the noise of the bells remind him that he is alive.
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Veeraiyah, this work of yours to me as a reader is perhaps the first biography of someone written down as a poem. Biography of unrequited love. I can through your poem see the mans wrinkled face, the sun burnt skin, his eyes, hungry, since an eternity for some one. I envy that moment which gripped you when you wrote this poem. This poem hangs around every single bridge ever built.
Read it before. Read it again. Most beautiful and tender write. So glad poem hunter has put it for poem of the day. congratulations.
How sad to be reminded by the bell tower that you are alive. Don't we judge too quickly... Thank you for this words.
O very fine. The man on the bridge. That connects life and death. Congratulation for the poem.
Young heart in an old body! Sad in a way, but also very beautiful! Excellent poem!
That love exists ever even under the cloak of old age is well brought out in your lovely poem.I totally enjoyed it and read it again and again. Thanks.
A wonderful poem - understanding and compassionate.
The great tragedy in life is people age and love does not Such truth is poignantly pointed out by you VeeraiyahA really great poem.
So glad to catch your poem today. You have expressed sentiments and complexity of old age and love beautifully.