Analysis of Breath swings-1

II BREATH SWINGS II SATYA PATTNAIK.
Tears rolled down
Rivers were dried
Figures disappeared
Shining greens of leaves
Cried out in dismay to stop the
Music of the dancing floor
After my candle burnt all the night
Soon I realized
Life is short
I had not seen and watched
All the way I walked
To the dark, that was following me
Along with my shadow
In fact, I had no chance to see it
Neither had I collected the fallen leaves
Nor I counted the falling stars above
Entirely I had made the light fix upon me
I touched I felt and breathed in sense
To drift upwards with miraculous bright