A bridge always invites to move on the other bank of a river,
Sometimes by the aggressive armies for capturing a piece of land,
Sometime to kiss the awaiting beloved on the other side,
A lover I am and I love to give my hand in her hand.
Standing still on the banks of the dry river,
I see tall trees still green sucking life through their roots,
Dig the earth you will see the roots have spread,
These roots don't have guns and do not wear the boots.
In search of water they have penetrated and trespassed
Life has a natural tendency to fight for existence,
The river that was your first line of defense,
When full of water used to give an effective resistance.
By changing the course of the river you have destroyed
Your natural line of defense, the mighty defensive waters,
Now face the consequences, the terror has extended its roots,
It is easier for it to trespass through the dry bed of the river.
Lying on the dry bed I see the skeleton of a dolphin
And I see the river is dying in thirst of water,
Explosions and killings can walk on the other bank on their feet,
Don't let the bridge collapse and fall on the dry bed of the river.
Alas! This was the bridge where I had once kissed my sweet heart,
In my heart I don't have terror, I was a lover and I am a lover,
I want to kiss you once again under a blue moon on this bridge,
But for love I must see dolphins jumping beneath in water.
A great and thought provoking poem. Very insightful write. I agree with the Poet that by changing the course of the river, consequently turning it into a dry river, it has destroyed the natural. line of defense. Liked the.last stanza. Very romantic.10+++
Alas! This was the bridge where I had once kissed my sweet heart, In my heart I don't have terror, I was a lover and I am a lover..........great romantic expression! The bridge is the eye witness! A beautiful poem....loved reading it....10
A bridge always invites to move on the other bank of a river, Sometimes by the aggressive armies for capturing a piece of land, Sometime to kiss the awaiting beloved on the other side, A lover I am and I love to give my hand in her hand......... nice beginning of the poem that says much on love and communication. A beautiful metaphorical poem nicely and touchingly executed.10
A bridge joins / intimates two regions for other to communicate, great write on this theme and here this bridge is concerned with your memory, fantastic write, thanks for sharing the poem with us here in poemhunter,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have one poem after another inspired by some other poet. This trend should be discontinued. Stand up and shout I am inspired by myself!
Beauty may be yours but the love that inspires belongs to me. Everything Is Mine, my new poem is a detailed reply.