The broad river flows fierce than an ocean.
In front of the longest bridge
Both of us at the two ends and the sign board says
Not allowed for pedestrians and only for heavy vehicles.
Our fruition is fruitless and how long we have to stand like this?
Forget the racism my sweetheart
Who made us with the same clay?
We break this primitive fundamental bridge,
Jump to the river and swim upstream.
If there must be a bridge, let it be a friendship bridge upon which men and women of good faith can walk hand in hand together.Excellent poem, Nimal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another anti-racist, symbolist piece. Keep the good work. Susie.