A suspended floating bridge sans railings,
Beneath, exotic thick skinned, humongous jaws;
In hands bucket for their to bon appetit,
And if fallen amidst, alas, victual for crocs.
No days nor months can one await,
For their reciprocative love, to you;
Railings ought to have built discrete,
Separating eyes that weren’t ever true.
The Bridge in betwixt two grounds,
And above rivers of shallow tears’;
Resting they, awaiting for it to sway,
When keeper shalt come to feed in fear!
Incapacious bridge, on it keeper walked,
As it moved then so as jaws of crocs’;
Eyes on bucket but heart for him locked,
In hope; espying the hands of clock!😕
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021