[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea, is like a form of an alley connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!
This raised structure is a quick exit for cars melting into a traffic called a czar!
A Bridge to end the suffering of a motorist, And begin a journey of hope, attitude, happiness to turn him into a humorist!
A Bridge that went through many trials, tribulations, oppositions, where politicians, concerned environmentalists, destitute fisher folks, all colluded for its vested interests!
This beautiful Bridge designed like a musical instrument, where its cable ropes, fixed like strings of a violin looks for a compliment!
Watch the cars passing under it, acting like fingers, pulling the strings to play a buzzing musical like a singer!
Now, the rush is unmanageable, Thousands of cars one behind the other steadily creep, So, little babies in the laps of their mothers go to sleep!
A Bridge where poor downtrodden and super-rich, ride bumper to bumper in antique and 20th.century cars, enjoying a journey of Heaven with whistling wind hitting the occupants header to header!
Oh! How silly of us to fight by calling this Bridge many names, Because, the Bridge is also human, it gets 'hurt' by the weight of criticism, showing wear and tear by these games!
Let's keep this ICON in a healthy state, so that more maintenance, abundant coats of paint, regular check of overhead cables, Can keep the toll authorities always in a wealthy state!
-- The End-- copyright @ ManoharBhatia All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This poem depicts about our first engineering marvel of building a bridge across the sea. This is India's first fly over bridge in Mumbai and credit goes to all the engineers, technicians, planners who made it possible.