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