The Bridge
A rumbling torrent gushes beneath,
I stand at the edge to see,
Was it safer on the other side?
The bank with the mighty tree?
The flowers beckon from beyond the bridge,
Egging me on to cross,
The lush grass on the distant coast,
Might be softer than the shores of moss,
Trapped am I on this long long bridge,
As the water of life flows,
My feet won't move a step forward,
Until the wind of reason blows,
So appealing is the sight yonder,
Will I get more than a slice?
Would I get to be the happiest man,
In this world that seems so nice?
-Hardik Kothare
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