The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun,
else they shrivel and they die;
but I saw a sapling under a bridge,
through the other side of pane.

It seemed like it were surviving,
maybe even managing a bit of thriving;
under that bridge, with no light,
except the beams of them fancy cars.

Perhaps it lives for the future
when there will be no bridge,
that will separate it from its
more fortunate(?) urban brethren.

Or may be it dreams that one day
it will bridge the chasm and move
to a place better than the
one under the bridge with no light.

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Saurin Desai

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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I enjoyed reading your poem and yes roots of trees stretch far beyond
well under your bridge. Same as life really takes a long time to
reach the light. That was my thoughts after reading.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Saurin, you started with a scientific consideration about plant’s need for sunlight in order to thrive, and ended with the hypothetical possibility of plants delineating the future events, thereby positioning themselves in premium places. I like the idea. Enjoyable and novel approach.


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