Bridge Wing Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

Feeling the Sun,
Feeling the sea breeze,
Feeling the blue sky,
Feeling the blue ocean,
At lonely bridge wing
On a winter morning,
Always memorable.
and

In the city,
or, alone at a hill station,
loneliness remembered the moment,
the feelings of the past,
the bridge wing,
Lead you to see dreams,
write the poems,
For some moment take you
to the bridge wing,
without your wings.
Remembered the bridge wings.
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