Broken Bridges Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Bridges, broken; blinding night,
Dusk decayed to chilling blight,
Directionless in confusions fraught,
Lonely island in midst of naught,
I knew not to cry, or do what.

A fresh and nascent dawn first,
Bloomed thousand dreams of hopes,
Showered colours from blue heavens,
And caught in breeze of joy and mirth,
Sailed me thro' sun shine of warm glow.

Midday saw dizzy heights,
Blinding light and blistering heat
In a land of no trees and shades;
All dried up, and descent began,
All cool again, no cheers of morn.

Time for birds to join nests,
Unroll beds and take rest,
And brood over day's hard work;
It was dusk, dying bright colours,
Diminishing glow of dying day.

Shadows lengthened, tired souls,
Receding light dulled heart beats;
Eyes saw no more than in front,
All was freezing to hopeless gloom,
Night was falling like steel wall.

Desperate for day to see light back;
Endeavour to build bridges to day
Collapsed in frustrations spread around;
No lamp to light extinct dreams,
No strength to lift falling hopes.

Bridges, broken; blinding night,
Dusk decayed to chilling blight,
Directionless in confusions fraught,
Lonely island in midst of naught,
I knew not to cry, or do what.