A Secret Bridge Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

There is a secret bridge between us,
To the hearts this road will lead us.
Night violet, come here to see us,
My soul, get used to these suffers.
Though too heavy our grieves are,
But the bridge lifts, falls down not.
The relations we tied without a thread,
No one will tear if we don't want.
This bridge we cross carrying
Sometimes grieves or joys
The separation grew very long.
From this road we waited news.
Our dear hopes are being tired
its strength slowly losing
The steel bridge is bending
Unable to lift the missing.
There's a secret bridge between us.