Isolated Existence

Water was still and stagnant,
Underneath the bridge,
Its journey had stopped there,
For unknown reasons.

It had been travelling for some time,
From cold mountains to hot plains,
It had seen it all,
Till a part of it stopped here,
Underneath the bridge.

It had kissed the sun many times,
Braved nasty rains and battled ferocious winds,
It had frozen many times,
Before it reached here,
In the middle of the city,
Among the maddening crowd,
Underneath the bridge.

Tired or exhausted?
Or living a life away from reality?
Who can say the reason
Of this isolated existence.