The Bridge Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The noble poet travelled
The whole day
With true energy and spirit,
At night he came back home
With profound knowledge,
But being tired and exhausted,
He fell deep asleep soon,
At midnight he built
A strong and solid bridge
In his wonderful vision
Between this world and that world,
The virtuous bard became extremely pleased,
This way he dreamt
The magnificent dream for a long time,
But early in the morning he woke up
And immediately found the powerful viaduct
Had been completely collapsed in front of his open eyes,
The impeccable and righteous poet cried
In deep pain and disappointment,
But in vain.