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 .
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