Crossing The Bridge Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Do not ask what's right or wrong.
Do not ask, if I love mountains more.
Do not ask, if I ever bid adieu to my breaking shore.
Do not leave, if you wish to be lone.

This gift of life that we have received
From the soul of our mother's womb.
This life, that we live will often pardon us,
To chase the moon in the sky of dawn.

The citylights make some amends
To meet the stars in the night.
The citylights are fool
To believe that stars could come down to save their light.

The bridge, that is created from the impenetrable darkness
Transform villages into cities.
Objects of modern life are everywhere in view
Still my solitude appears like a true friend of moon.

Today, while I was crossing this bridge,
I was wondering about the hands of the creator,
Who couldn't enjoy the privilege of living in this city's glade.

Today, while I was returning home
I felt grateful within my heart
For the cuckoos,
Who flew away in might
Without binding their beaks for fortune unlike humans,
But making use of their beaks to carry some food & water for their ailing friends.

Some souls are unconditionally giving because kindness is unquestionable.
No matter if one is as tiny as an ant,
or if one is as powerful as a prayer in chant.
To us what matters more is our responsibility
To make our waves the best,
And to brighten a sky
That calls on life for some needful rest.