On a rickety bridge,
across roaring Rubicon,
in spate, he stands,
holding on to a
Janus faced moment,
that will decide his fate,
once and for all.

He gazes at the rushing-
red waters, from the hills,
madly impatient to reach the sea,
                                  at the earliest,

akin the ****** frenzy at the ******,
or life racing towards death, to culminate, dissolve.
Some message, he has in it.He looks on, in silence.

Two options, his mind discerns,
cross the river and trudge
to the rendezvous, where
the union has to take place,
with his sweet heart, of long years,
or jump in to the  surging waters
that tempts, from the time of birth,
and submit oneself
to the hands of nature,
and thereby forget all tribulations.

**He shuts his eyes and contemplates,
then, his moment of truth comes.