THE BRIDGE

It was the day, the very same day,

In which a protest was on the way,

But our tuition sir promised us,

To finish before any of the fuss.

We blindly believed in his vow,

But forgot that rats don't meow.

Yet as he promised he did so,

Precisely, one minute before.

As we got down the street,

 All were set to unleash the heat.

Roads were partially blocked,

With rioters quite packed. 

We heard someone from the road say,

"There won't be any bus in this way,"

And that made us a little dismay.

That statement made us worried,

Because if that's the real case,

Then we have 5-mile to be scurried.

Fortunately, his words were fickle,

Because there came our bus, Mr. Pickle.

"Boys get on the bus," said the driver,

"Or you'll have to wait for hours."

We said hi to Mr. pickle, 

And we said bye to Mr. fickle,

Shen was already onboard,

But then came our Romeo, oh lord!

"She's there on the overpass,

Its time to execute the plan,

Please help me to win this race,"

He kept on adjuring, he looked insane.

"I would like to do so,

But tomorrow's school,

And I got works to do, I got to go,"

Reasoned Sam while getting on the bus.

So, it was us, me and Larry.

Unluckily for us and luckily for him,

Our reasons weren't fit enough to parry.

Thereby, we became his wingmen by our whim.

So, we went behind the hero,

And his mind was playing see-saw,

But instead of up and down,

It was simply crown or clown.

Before jumping into the action,

He'd a peek at her as a confirmation, 

 To confirm that there isn't any distraction,

So, he may proceed without any obstruction.

She was all alone on the bridge,

And seemed to be a little bothered.

However, we thought to walk in,

And surprisingly she came towards us.

She came towards us, we thought,

But she was heading to our bus stop.

Now as she wasn't there on the spot,

He'd nothing to do with what he wrought.

Poor boy, he was totally fed up.

He began to vociferate about the plan,

We couldn't control our little pup,

But then I saw her coming again, oh man!

Was that a sign from the god?

She came and stood at the same spot,

But our guy got the so-called cold feet,

So, he wasn't ready to get the shot.

As the loyal and bound followers, 

We just went along with him.

"What did he do?" You may ask,

He's crossing the link again and again.

As his friends in need, 

We were shouting his designation, 

Whenever he went past her.

That could've given her an indication.

She was standing there still,

 This time without any worry,

He continued his stroll,

And we continued to clamour.

Precisely half an hour later,

She had a call and got into a taxi.

So, the proposal plan of our hero,

Ended with progression, level zero.