‘ Poem ’
Tittle :- Reminiscence
The wall is too high,
That a tip of bridge is not properly visible,
So the seer probes to explore,
If any route exists there,
To get over the swift current that wears away and puts to poles apart,
To post over the message of love,
If you will, let the bridge of love be made with the pieces of wall.
Yet the wall is too high,
And inundating wave wipes away the lone bridge into the bristling tides
of lukewarm sea.
Sd/-
K Thong (Achilo)
