Bridges

By Aditya Mallick

There are bridges for people

And there's one between any two.

That it may be an old rusty one

Or something that is brand new

But one thing you need to know

It can only handle so much weight.

So if you pile a hundred reasons

It is only bound to break.

And still the harshest of truths

Is muted with ash and dust.

How not all collapse on their own

Some are purposely burnt.

By Aditya Mallick