Agony And Ecstasy Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Agony And Ecstasy
Under the broken bridge,
On that one silent night,
In acute misery, Rhapsodic agony,
Enraptured tunes
Which caught my ears,
I sharpened my vision
And straightened my back in attention
I listen
In stillness of the night
Tormented wind hushed,
The moon transported
With spirits to devour
The darkness in hand with black,
Who is the master and who is to judge?
Who is the spectator who is the abator?
I reason not
But it was buds of agony and ecstasy,
Of that I am sure
It was them who were making love,
On that one silent night
Under the broken bridge.
i have no doubt about that -broken bridge i was commenting on the pun and the irony behind those words i hope you now got what I had in mind
Suspense was interestingly maintained till the end as ussual well written.
@ anjali sinha, the broken bridge is a depiction of the situation not literally a broken bridge........
love waits for none. under the bridge.why in agony.beautifull poem.it says all 'But it was buds of agony and ecstasy, Of that I am sure It was them who were making love, On that one silent night Under the broken bridge.' VOTED10 SURYA
if it cause the bridge to fall, wow, it must be intensity 7 :)
absolutely amazing...phenomenal at a loss of words...belongs at a higher echelon great leading light stuff cheers and ten my favs cheers
wonderful.....amazing concept...very beautiful. thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:07:15 AM # 1.0.0
**The Broken Bridge Of the broken bridges what sadness Underneath the stream of water dried Death was whence destroyed with impunity Love shall see no place on earth When in heaven is made for the mundane Agony of living for the ecstasy so little Where did you spent the night for want Shelter to the homeless is the broken bridge Of desires and needs like skies shall Are the firmaments of fate so weak For the poor to make love in the creek In smoke the life cooks the stew of its demise The lonely mother in hiding for the fear Still some thunders in the air yet the break Is not final say what is doomsday for the wreck War 0 war shall not the providence one day On the divine trumpet put a halt