The Bridge Builder
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”
Building Blocks
by Abhishek Raol
The clanking of
metal outside my room
And
the rumbling of the ground, won’t end soon
Outside
of the window next to my bed
The
buildings birth won’t get out of my head
With
all it’s drills, tractors, shovels and trucks
This
noise is getting a little too much
And
yet their work has just barely started
I
can’t wait till they will have departed
Never is a morning when
I wake up
No, I’m jolted out of
bed by an earthquake
And so every day starts
far from natural
I awaken to the sound
of metal
Like a jittery machine
being turned on
I drag myself down my
bunk beds ladder
Brush my teeth, put on
my clothes, grab my bag
And prepare myself for
another day
All of my actions are
against my will
Just like all the
cranes, the trucks, the tractors
Controlled by the
institutions desires
I’m not choosing,
creating but obeying
Doing as I’m told, a
slave to a grade
Only driven by
productivity
In pursuit of my degree
I lose sight
Of why I’m like a
machine, so I complain
Again the next day when
I look outside
And still all I notice or
think about
Is how annoying this
whole process is
Failing to see the
beauty of that dirt
And the importance of
the grinding noise
And why like that
machine I’m on my grind
And I fail to see what
is being built
And I fail to see the
final product
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