The Prodigal Star Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

It's difficult to reveal that I have become bankrupt
like the anger of a volcano
to suddenly erupt
to see all that I accumulate
go down the drain
as the treasure of my heart
form into a bubble
and burst into the flame

what it means to be homeless now
from the empire I once created
when I had all the opportunities
before my eyes
and must now forsake
to see all my dreams turn into ashes
where there was carpet before
barefooted I have become
with the garment of rags
I now ask for alms from door to door

once brave as a lion
I rule the city with my friends
but now i am left alone
I have forgotten the promise of my ancestors
to value my faith
for which I must atone
I made a mistake by neglecting the weak when
I had the power to share
how can I ask for forgiveness
when all my treasure has already disappeared


I have to carry my cross
up the mountain
to repent and not grieve
to live as a servant of humanity
and seek to be reprieved
the pathway I choose
will not lead me to recover
what I lost in this world
it will enlighten me with wisdom
to regain
the richness of my soul.