Shayan Afzal

Beneath the veil of fog, the bridge does stand,
A path suspended where the earth meets sky.
Its steel-bound form, so steady and so grand,
Yet whispers dreams of those who yearn to fly.

The waters churn with whispers of the free,
A hymn of winds that kiss the distant shore.
Each bird in flight, a fleeting melody,
That stirs the heart to seek and dream of more.

But freedom’s call lies cloaked in clouds of doubt,
A mist that hides the path we long to tread.
Beyond the rails, where ships of dreams sail out,
Lies hope, though tethered by the words unsaid.

Oh, let these wings rise high above the sea,
For only there can boundless spirits be.