Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A Man On The Bridge! - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

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.

Comments about A Man On The Bridge! by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Hazel Durham (9/4/2016 7:36:00 AM)

    Regrets are the hardest emotions to try and live with this old man longs to see his beloved again, in his mind she is still young and the love of his life. His pain is brought to life in this beautifully written poem as he wishes he never thrown the ring into the river like he had thrown his life and love to drown in the cold waters of losing his only love! (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/22/2015 3:21:00 AM)

    In every young woman who passes in his side. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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! ! !
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  • (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.
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  • (7/7/2013 6:21:00 AM)

    Excellent one. You have a flowing style of expression - a rare ease with words and thoughts.... (Report) Reply

  • (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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • (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

  • Diane Hine (8/18/2012 9:15:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem - understanding and compassionate. (Report) Reply

  • 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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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 3, 2013

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