Unpainted Bridge…

I am tired of running after the time from so long,
The bridge that I tried to paint with my dreams,
It recede in the distance abandoning me in the bosom of dawn…
The rain came too early to wash all the paint of my bridge, 
That I thought will lead to my colorful dreams
I was very careful with every stroke while painting,
But my tears dropping from my eyes smudged,
The whole paint and dirty my soul like my dress…

 

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag