There A Bridge Made Of Bones Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

There a bridge made of bones over the river;
Whose bones? man or woman? none can say,
Only solidarity beyond solidarity ruling over there
Perhaps it was June-July or may be April- May.

Forgot how long the bridge waiting for some one,
No sign of life, no wayfarer only far extended alley...
Long past ago current of the river beneath bygone;
Whirling wind and sand making fun in the valley.

The bones getting rusty and feeble day by day;
Crossing-recrossing solidarity the lone wayfarer..
While on the top of the far-off peak stood last ray;
Getting down the metaphysical moon and the star.