Laborer's Brainchild, The Nine -Arch Bridge Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Its a bridge, bridging a gap hundred meters wide
its a bridge meant to link two large mountains
its a bridge, to cross a stream nearly thirty meters below
its a bridge none ever thought would amuse the world

its a bridge no Engineer or Technician had hands on
its a bridge conceived in a laborer's cerebral womb
its a bridge created by none-professional bloke
its a bridge came in to being through efforts of a labor gang

its a bridge made out only of natural rock bricks and cement
its a bridge made without any metal on any structural part
its a bridge that took eight years to complete, and
its a bridge no Engineer thought would ever emerge

its a bridge, purely based on and worked with a perceptual picture
its a bridge put up sans any design drawing or estimate
its a bridge even after completion, Masters didn't dare believe
its a bridge of a near century still exists in its original form

its the bridge professionals frightened to run trains on
its the bridge of which creator confidence was hundred percent
its a bridge more people enjoy admiring than crossing
its a bridge, which the world ranks "only one of the kind"

its a bridge where a laborer scored above the boss, at last
its a bridge at the sametime saved the face of the Engineer in-charge
its a bridge the creator lied underneath and ordered train to move on
its a bridge still exists in the same original form and function

Creator, Appuhamy the trusted genius is no more
Nonetheless, his bridge aptly cares locomotives on the go
Visitor from all walks of life admire and enjoy seeing
whilst blissed maestro Appuhamy, relishes from heaven