The rippling waves shied from my touch
like water under the bridge. 

A gentle breeze blew the dead leaf from my fingers
like water under the bridge.

The glorious sunset left me in the dark
like water under the bridge.

The reason to wait no longer existed
like water under the bridge.

Yet, my heart refused to let go
like water under the bridge.

Twilight lost its stars in the clouds
like water under the bridge.

While I remained unmoving, my tears flowed
like water under the bridge.

The words of the past swirled around me
like water under the bridge.

The haunting agony not letting me move on
like water under the bridge.

Some stories never leave us alone
like water under the bridge.

Note: The poem is written in Chant style.

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Srivalli Rekha

Written by Srivalli Rekha

Srivalli Rekha is a blogger, writer, nature lover, passionate cook, an amateur photographer who cannot live without reading books and good music. Her stories are featured in Sweek Flash Fiction Book(2018), Tales From the CLiff anthology (2018).