To the wings of our dove, there is rosy parity
Fated to meet when the light meets the dark
Between us there is a bridge of love of solidity
As excited, I reached the bridge with hilarity
Hovering above me were dark clouds, Hark!
My eyes fixed on the other side with sere anxiety.
Standing on middle of the bridge with vivacity
Over her hamlet saw the firework’s sparks
Celebrating a wedding with awesome gaiety.
For the moment I thought it to be in her dignity
Was ready to burn the bridge between us as a mark
But later on learn it wasn’t her wedding in reality.
It was a life’s lesson not to burn bridge in adversity
Who knows if you burn the bridge in haste and hark
You may have to cross it again in your diversity .
Date : 26-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
5th place win
Contest: Crossing that bridge by Deb Wilson