How much more shall I extol you
To the Heavens, to all garments divine?
Long have I wondered it is few,
So I’ll praise till the sun shall shine.
I have not these labours done
So you shall jeer at me later on,
Still have I clothed you in jewels ethereal,
With supplies that are beyond my all.
How much more shall I drag my feet
When it causes not for me a single beat?
Must I fire my imagination for nothing?
Must I write, must I praise and sing?
Tell me what royalty I do seek
From you, for this offering unique?
Soaked I am in a drizzle of compassion,
Fie, fie on my endeavours of passion!
Long have I wondered what is new-
Exhausted as I am, no more shall I spew
And shall now to you, bid adieu,
No more, no more shall I extol you!
©Asiman Panda 2005
The Timber Trawler 