The Bridge Over The River Deep

Far away smoke rises from a cigar And old ferryman waits from dawn to dusk. But nobody peeps and they use the new bridge secretly. Once in a blue Moon a poor soul comes to join the ferry But he crossed only once and never seen him again. One day he dreamed the old customers in a hurry And the bridge has collapsed. But he could not wake up and the ferry drifted away. *On this mysterious pilgrimage in between the sky and earth, cries and wails of poor pilgrims.But the sky is far away....................................!