Under the broken bridge,
On that one silent night,
In acute misery, Rhapsodic agony,
Enraptured tunes
Which caught my ears,
I sharpened my vision
And straightened my back in attention
I listen
In stillness of the night
Tormented wind hushed,
The moon transported
With spirits to devour
The darkness in hand with black,
Who is the master and who is to judge?
Who is the spectator who is the abator?
I reason not
But it was buds of agony and ecstasy,
Of that I am sure
It was them who were making love,
On that one silent night
Under the broken bridge.
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agony-and-ecstasy-2/
