A hanging bridge, indeed hanging with ropes !
Ropes hanging bridge as strings of death guitar.
Causing noise and honk without fingers on.
Beauty in look, charcoal ugly in way
Grand in size, oh monster in use!
As though cable ropes awaiting all
To come over and get hung!
Sooner rats of vehicles pass through under
To save their lives in hunger
Red and dead on the way to escape
In the line queueing up for death sentence
Awaiting their turn in no hope of survive
Wobbling worms away from a snake
Indeed a hanging bridge, hanging with ropes
Of cables tightened to the death pillars
A mammoth to face with fear and tear
In waste of engineering lies a mountain to conquer!

Poem is on the KR Puram bridge and its ill-fated traffic
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