The Vocalist Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

the golden gates of the palace
will close where there is no return
from the changing roles on stage
your message be enshrined
for others to learn
the stamp of your credentials
will become valueless
and of no use anymore
the right to knowledge
have to be earned
that will be discarded
like waves upon the shore

as the life of a fruit
gets expired and falls to the ground
every thought takes form
in the cloud by which you are bound
over the stream of wisdom
you have a responsibility
to take your faith across
yield not into temptation
to suffer any loss

the chariot of the soul
must pass through the moon
it is not a mistake to say
gone too soon
the shadow of your thoughts
will be heard wherever
the strings of music be played
to remain as a legend
for the talents you displayed

a throne in heaven
awaits to crown you as a knight
where the universe f the mind
will merge into the infinite.