The bridge is worn out, has turned
into a mere skeleton
trying again and again
to cross it, to renew our old relation
but each time i fail
The bridge
is trembling in the wind
again and again
i turn back from the midway
and never been able to cross it
Life is like this bridge
two humans are waiting for ages
at its two distant ends
whenever they try to cross it,
they safely return to their ends
The wall of distance remains
forever!
(Originally written by Rupa Bairagi in Bangla, titled ‘Sankho’, Trans. by me)
