The bridge

People come and pass through

But nobody remembers me

Except the very few

My feelings are those which nobody can see

Nobody cares about my nuts and screw

But those ungrateful people never set me free

I feel so used up and shabby

People don't understand my situation

In fact they don't want to

After many years of exhaustion  I am now feeling sleepy

I am left with no infatuation

I am ought to fall down and to leave this false world too

But now I am feeling a bit proud

I think I was made for that purpose only

Of making a way for the ungrateful crowd

By always being a bridge still and lonely

But now I am on the 9th cloud

And I am doing my job solemnly 

Reviews

[Voice11]

Interesting. Putting human emotions into an object that fits a description.. its just very interesting.

[harman kour]

interestin write... i too feel like this many a times... but then the concept of "bridge" never crossed my mind... :P Like it Its subtle n sweet :)

[Jessica Mai]

I love it. I love the metaphor of the bridge. We get used so much. We bend over backwards for people only to have them walk all over us. Awesome idea!!!!! Well done Aaradhya.

[deeps]

Emotional write so well written.
I like this.