A River With A Bridge

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 realize 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 But my eyes are fixed on the grazing horses As I know bravery is another name of success.