The Bridge - Poem by Ashutosh Dash
While walking past the gigantic waves, splashing before my eyes;
I stopped across the swirling tides, questioning it's premise;
I plunged my little eyes, unraveling before the tremendous crests;
And explored just a wooden chunk, be the premise of God's immortal quest.
Being frightened of these gigantic waves, I ran across the rocky inclines;
Taking up my densest breathe, being thankful to God's premise;
I ran down across the greenest plains, that lay before the swirling waves;
And slowed down my little feet, struck by a thoughtful enclave.
When I could extend my curious eyes, through the vicinity of the entangling tides;
I could explore the true oceanic landforms, circulating before my eyes;
The ocean, the solvent, that dissolves the entire gleam of religion;
And emerge together as a wooden chunk, sublimating a path towards salvation.
My thoughts did inculcate transmitting, the massive glimpse of creation;
And explore an immortal element, inducing Almighty's mysterious inception;
The inception that dissolves, the entire glimpse of humanity;
And emerge together as the glorious path, approaching peacefulness and empathy.
Oh! God, I am ignorant, ignorant of the enormous ocean, I thrive in;
Even ignorant of every element, I am just an innocent lignin;
Do guide me across this ocean, let my little hands held the palm of yours;
Show me that elegant bridge, approaching your immortal erudite endures.
RUCHIKA HIGH SCHOOL
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