A River With A Bridge
See I a river with surging waves
Running fervently below my feet
But where is the water?
Where is the sweet murmuring sound?
Have I gone deaf? Have I gone blind?
I shout loud to check my ears
And rub my eyes hard to see things clear
I hear and I see perfect
Immediately I realize this is the river of resistance
Flowing blowing with all my weakness
Running streaming vigorously in my sub-consciousness
I shake my head and pat my neck
Now in my broader vision, I see a bridge
No wood, no concrete, no rope
This is completely made up of courage and hope
Connecting the two banks
One is yellow and other is green
One is self-doubt and other is my beaming confidence
Visibility is blurred with the layers of fog
Yet I see the top of the arch
So I climb the first step
Tuck is the sound
Behind me raises its face a starving sheep in awe
But my eyes are fixed on the grazing horses
As I know bravery is another name of success.
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