Adrift

Lost I am, I know
A piece of wreck, 
yet to strike the shore.

Meanwhile, beaten , n lashed,
For eons since the cruise crashed.

but, yaara mere there is, 
in bein 'even' a piece o wreckage, 
a certain bliss

Afar, far from d flockin fleet
Driftin, unsure o what d next sec u'l greet

miles n miles, pass beneath my feet
n onward, simply onward, n ne'er to retreat

Rovin across barren treacherous plains
Oblivious to all d sick sea's stains

D voyage uncharted, d waves unframed
N d wreckage, it moves, unruffled, untamed.

Whirlpools, n hailstorms, n torrents rave past,
Makin me, markin me, scarrin me to d last

Unbeseeched,
         unsought, 
                alone, 
                  adrift,
Life for a lone log, is as gay as swift

All mine, d endless lamps that shine upon
the unruly waves, d whole horizon

Pausin to applaud, pausin to offer
To some rudderless lone log, a li'l succour

N movin, keep movin, on n away
The sea is too wanton, too wanton to stay

Driftin away, driftin alone
Until at last.......... Dry Land, n PEACE THEREUPON.



yaara mere- a passionate local usage, signifyin, o buddy o mine.

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