Its sunrise,
And the bridge of love glitters
As the first of the sunrays
Fall on its slender fetters.
A bridge that connects,
Not two places but two hearts
And in the cool autumn breeze
The wait for my love starts.
I remember waiting for her,
Every time at the break of day
But, now I’m not here to stare,
But to tell why, I see her every day.
As she walks down the bridge of love
Showered by the petals of cheerybloosom,
To my eyes she was an angel and now,
I could hear the beat of my heart hum.
Not long into the song of love,
I was struck by her featherly fragrance,
And into this world I was back,
She stood before me, I felt her eminence.
I tried to find words,
My feelings to tell her
But looking at her I couldn’t,
So i smiled, and i thought i was clever
Finally, i picked my courage
To tell her how i felt,
But, with a crooked smile, she said,
I was not worthy, and I could feel my heart melt.
For the first time i saw her as a devil,
And there was water, it was rain,
God had already sent for me,
To cover my tears and my pain
So, I sat at the bridge of love,
Until dusk, until the moon rose,
And i knew that the chapter of love,
In my life had come to a close.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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