He and she crossing the bridge
(based on the write up by Viswanath Das .My heart felt thanks to him and if you like this thank him rather than me)
He and she were returning from a stroll,
In the country side full of hills and dales,
At a time when evening fades and ,
The darkness of night started rising.
They had to cross a rope bridge on the way,
And as it started raining he ran and crossed the bridge ,
And at that she reached the bridge and due to darkness,
And torrential rain she was scared to cross the bridge alone.
In the streaks of lightning she could see him on the other shore ,
And she shouted at the top of her voice for him to come back,
And help her cross that bridge , but he did not even see at her ,
And with great scare and even great helplessness she crossed the bridge.
While crossing she was sad that her companion did not even do this small help,
And felt that all men are selfish brutes who are not bothered about their companions,
And when she reached the end of the bridge she saw that the rope bridge had got cut off,
And he was tightly holding it with struggle as well tears in his eyes for her safety.
Some times he appears to be a silent brute not bothered about his family,
But when you go near to him and see him closely , she will realise ,
That he has dedicated all his life for them and unable to work further ,
He was shedding silent tears because , he was holding the bridge of life so that she can cross.