ACROSS THE BRIDGE!

She lives at the other side of the bridge

A place for the elite and rich

Where the kids have a chauffeur

And they get whatever they prefer

We eat little on our side of the bridge

And grow wishing we were sons of the rich

The wealthiest here can’t match their chauffeur

So we barely get what we prefer

Woe unto us when we’re late for school

They come late and the teacher’s are cool

We do better academically

They employ us eventually

I know it’s not fair

But I don’t really care

For this story is about her

And not what is unfair

I was a benefactor of her dad’s scholarship

Yet I couldn’t boast of her friendship

In her eyes, I was invisible

Damn! That feeling was terrible!

The plan was to find a common interest

I stalked her on facebook, twitter and pinterest

I found out she was a big fan of poetry

And that knowledge unearthed my prowess in poetry

There isn’t a definite time for writing a poem

But it took a week to cook her, the magic poem

I entitled it, the Breakthrough

For it was like a master’s brew

Amazing! That’s what she called the poem

It turned out I wasn’t only good at chem.

In no time, I got my first kiss from Rose

And to the other side of the bridge, I arose!!