Nature’s sway was
an eclectic swoon;
An obeisance
To all inquiries, fulfilled
Mine was nascent, still
Beckoning the truth;
Nudging day and night
To crimp me into a shape
My present toll was
The bridge, that
‘m crossing from an end,
with a hanging heart
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Multiple interpretations come to one’s mind while reading this interesting poem.
So much thanks Vijay Nair Ji