Analysis of waiting

II    WAITING II         SATYA PATTNAIK
Someone is calling me
Not   to my mortal body
But to my soul
In language clear
Very close to my heart
Waiting me since long
From the day of my judgment
In my hose of flesh and bones
My passion burnt and grew old
Winds clouds and seasons
 Washed out
The path of my desires
And pushed the time away
Leaving the fearless breath for me
Then I felt every cell of mine
Is budding newly
Possessing immortal glow
Suddenly her calling became louder
Light flushed out like a morning star
Waiting finished
 My breath turned into eternity.