A River With a Bridge

See I a river with surging waves Running fervently below my feet But where is the water? Where is the sweet murmuring sound? Have I gone deaf? Have I gone blind? I shout loud to check my ears And rub my eyes hard to see things clear I hear and I see perfect Immediately I realise this is the river of resistance Flowing ,blowing with all my weakness Running ,streaming vigorously in my sub-consciousness I shake my head and pat my neck Now in my broader vision, I see a bridge No wood, no concrete, no rope This is completely made up of courage and hope Connecting the two banks One is yellow and other is green One is self doubt and other is my beaming confidence Visibility is blurred with the layers of fog Yet I see the top of the arch So I climb the first step Tuck is the sound Behind me, raises its face a starving sheep in awe On the other hand ,on the other side My eyes are fixed on the grazing horses As I know bravery is another name of success .