The Bridge

With my hand against my heart

I do declare

I prayed my journey had a start

On the bridge over there

 

Over there, where life is free

Where whispers are heard, unashamedly

 

Over here, my lonely grave

Where cusses are spat and to be blamed

 

My friend is with me

And it is here where they stay

An apparition of a lover 

Over there, where the petals lay

The fifty different seams are torn

A piece of sky, a piece of lorn

The needle is lost, and so is the horn

All so terrible

 

Aye, there's the rub

 

- Ritvij Tiwari 2/Dec/21. Home, Raebareli.