veeraiyah subbulakshmi


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.

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, January 03, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,467 Points Babatunde Aremu (7/4/2014 7:01:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem written from deep experience. The poet succeeded in bringing to fore what we all go through in life. Kudos! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 20,338 Points Akhtar Jawad (6/18/2014 11:33:00 PM)

    I was amazed. I am myself an old man. I am often misunderstood. When I see a piece of beauty I never desire to have it. I just remember my past lovely youth, the sweet memories make me happy and I smile. Some times I comment on my friendly poetesses in a manner which makes them unhappy. Sometimes my pen is slipped and I am careless in expressing myself, e.g., if I write, I love You., it does not mean I am your lover, I haven't seen you, I don't know you and I am too old to love someone in the commonly understood sense. I simply mean your poems are beautiful and I love your poems. I am thankful to you that this lovely poem inspired me to write this comment and gave me an opportunity to clarify me and my comments. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,094 Points * Sunprincess * (2/5/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    ..........this is a beautiful write and so sad...to lose one's memory would be
    the worst thing you could lose in your life...actually I am not sure which is
    worse now that I am thinking of it...losing a loved one or losing your memory...
    I suppose losing your memory cause that would be like losing all loved ones
    at one time....and yes congratulations I enjoyed this one much... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,738 Points Geetha Jayakumar (2/5/2014 8:18:00 AM)

    A Fantastic poem. Old man forgot that, time has taken him too far away and he no longer young for he is searching for his love of younger days. Today he standing on the bridge that is connecting life and death, only the noise of the bell remind him that he is alive. Beautiful flow of words...

    Congrats...This poem is chosen as poem of the day! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,221 Points Kee Thampi (2/5/2014 2:33:00 AM)

    the best poem ever read
    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 314 Points Hardik Vaidya (2/5/2013 10:31:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,363 Points Savita Tyagi (2/5/2013 10:03:00 AM)

    Read it before. Read it again. Most beautiful and tender write. So glad poem hunter has put it for poem of the day. congratulations. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,154 Points Lyn Paul (1/4/2013 12:24:00 AM)

    How sad to be reminded by the bell tower that you are alive. Don't we judge too quickly... Thank you for this words. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,160 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/3/2013 2:51:00 AM)

    O very fine. The man on the bridge. That connects life and death. Congratulation for the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 154 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (8/19/2012 1:15:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 858 Points Thomas A Robinson (8/18/2012 4:01:00 AM)

    The great tragedy in life is people age and love does not Such truth is poignantly pointed out by you VeeraiyahA really great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,363 Points Savita Tyagi (8/17/2012 11:12:00 PM)

    So glad to catch your poem today. You have expressed sentiments and complexity of old age and love beautifully. (Report) Reply

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