Upon Dyna Bridge

Upon Dyna Bridge

It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft!

Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which

River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed!

 

Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and

It gleamed, and men feared her savage look,

But not all, some peasants swayed with her sway too.

 

Yonder the forest deep and grim, and

Treetops hazy, dew laced, and above

Streaks of white clouds lazily sailed.

 

Don’t speak, dear, it’s a crime! Only eye

The translucent pebbles, blue sky, dew laced trees,

Half-naked peasants wallowing supine daylong!

(First published in Setu)

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