Across the Teesta's rushing tide,
Coronation Bridge, in steel does confide.
A king's decree, a bygone age,
Yet, purpose strong, upon this stage.
Truss and arch, a structure grand,
Defying currents, on shifting sand.
A marvel wrought, in years of yore,
Connecting lands, forevermore.
From Darjeeling's slopes, to Kalimpong's green,
A vital thread, a vibrant scene.
Northeast's gateway, to the nation wide,
On National Highway, with steady stride.
Below, the river, whispers heard,
Unheard stories in old man's word.
A fleeting glimpse, for travelers' eyes,
A scenic canvas, painted in the skies.
More than steel, a symbol stands,
Of human will, on shifting sands.
Through floods and quakes, it holds its ground,
A testament to progress, all around.
So let the Coronation Bridge remain,
A silent witness, to sun and rain.
A mark of history, etched in time,
A bridge of steel, with purpose sublime.
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