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Torn Apart

     Under the rain,

    rimming over a monsoon-swelled river, 

     the brooding bridge stands,

     like a solitary heartbeat stopped,

     saluting the aggressive river, 

     in her stride,

     frothing, teasing his curled-up cracks,

     built to span her springing tide.

     The bridge is a waiting, a muffled sob.

     The river, a noise, forging forward.

     The bridge stands, poised, wordless,

     its roots steadfast, rolling in the

     luxurious limb

     of the river.

       One and yet torn apart.

By Chaitali Sengupta