Bereft Poem by Parray Shahid

Look me in the eye
Look where I've been
Follow me, follow all the trials
Follow, for I long to be seen;
There's no helm I behold
Or ‘least fancy once a while
That shall carry me ashore
Unselfishly, seeking not any trade
Out of any part of me - or bargain;
While this inly-muttered voice of plight,
Might not rest till it has me scared
With this ingrate lull that rests
Before my waning ear;
But- for all then and now, abides
This unfathomably spread horizon
That I look upon-
While it looks upon me
With its innumerable gleeful eyes,
Extending unto its vastly spread lineaments
That rest on the curl of the sea
With an indefinite beckoning look
Enticingly bewildering me
As if it were to draw
A bereft soul!
Out of a prolonged seclusion.