NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING

NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING 

Heavens beckons a heavy call from afar,

Vacantly I look’d at death

Which now is my fate

With no else in site, with no else to wipe my unending shrieks

They thought I was waving, while I was drowning.

With a devil’s bounty on my head,

I groaned riven in boundless agony

The noise was too great nobody heard.

I tri’d to flee, my limbs were too frail.

Nobody cared, nobody heard my mournful cries

They thought I was waving, when I was drowning.

A hermit fate’d to never ending lonesome dereliction

Whipp’d, thrash’d and spoilt in furnitures and thunder-words

I found myself, heavy knott’d in herculean limber

No one reach’d, no one heed my crimson brunt.

They thought I was waving, as I was drowning.

Did God saw me any favours?

Al at once I saw the crowds

But I still helplessly laid bare, moaning

Bleeding the life lead long ago.

Nobody came, nobody heard my endless bawls

They thought I was waving, but I was drowning.

Henceforth heaven can wait no more

Swaddle’d in the valley of shadow of death,

A wordless song purloin my breath

From this living present,

Whereat my whole life begun and cease’d.

I tremulously wagg’d my hands in frosty air

Not waving , but drowning