Mistaken Sacrifice

The procession crawls off hesitantly On willing shoulders, the casket floats Wooden and heavy on hefty shoulders In his train, in dirgy whispers The countless mourners trudge along Behind my love's eternal hide-away Just then I saw her amidst the straddlers Unaffected and with no wreath for his tomb Suddenly, the re-occuring echoes again The echoes of the sobbering past Wading through the water, I could see him again Swimming against the tide towards her The perishing, wherever she came from Gasping for breath and wallowing for help She is not to be blamed, I am I shouldn't ve left his side while he snored Lost in visionless rest and quietude He wouldn't have gone impulsively for her Mistaking her for me, his heart beat My heart pounded guiltily and mercilessly As he went and never came back She came and his remains came too The redeemer and the redeemed, they made news He became the drowned and she, the heroine How unfair life is between longing hearts How unfair she acts between us - the wombs Yes, there she is again amidst the straddlers Chattering noisily, unlike the funereal atmophere Beaming remorselessly against the encompassing mood Although the celebrated waste, he is my hero The redeemer, and not the redeemed is the icon He may have saved another, for me, he died I must tell the ingrate, I am most grateful Because for my life, he wasted his life He saved her but for me, he gave his life