sookdeo manansingh manansingh Poems

My dream is like a journey
to the moon
where i can enjoy the timelessness
of my being
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The show must come to an end
when the curtain is pulled across the stage
i will have to remove the garment
for the play and look to turn a new page
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Like internet traffic on the web
the traffic of souls
on earth come and go
as much as there is life in the sea
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To interpret the language of the birds
takes me to the deep silence of my soul
where even the fishes beneath the ocean
paints an image of their own world
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once i met a pigeon struck by a car
in the middle of the roadway bent by a scar
towards its mercy i went to its cry
as others they looked thinking it may die
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Under the cloudless sky
the stars seems to get closer to earth
like souls from heaven
going in pursuit to take birth
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the golden gates of the palace
will close where there is no return
from the changing roles on stage
your message be enshrined
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as the season of time transform darkness into light
the lamp of inspiration renew one's faith
to continue the fight
to take birth in this battlefield of fate
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A thousand times i have made this voyage
from shore to shore
now my age have begun to fail and cannot continue anymore
the new recruit of sailors are not yet accustom to the drift
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Our carnival be the greatest show on earth
it portrays the culture of our twin island both
the masqueraders on the streets
keeps in rhythm with the band
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