This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Snehal Vadher Poem
Little Bridges

Come monsoon
the pine boards
laid across the narrow
but swift and full-bodied
artery of Kali Gandaki
will be washed away.
The stream’s purple-black water
gushing down with a torrent of stones
marking its pulse
will froth and splash at the pedestrian,
will ruin the hard-won trespass
of the bolstered bridge.
But in the fields and forests,
thin, glistening veins of water flow
holding all that bends into them still
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