Life is a Song

I was thinking, 

if my life was a song; 

What would it be?

Was it a ballad, or a 

Hard-Hip-Hoping Rock?

Was it the colorful fiery 

protest songs of the 60”s?

Was it the broken-Hearted 

Chord laden love songs?

Was it the off-beat passive 

rhythm of Jazzy Blues?

Was it with the standard 

catchy tune of the old?

Was it Jah's Regg of syncopation?
Was it a dance of countless grooves?

Was it a hook that drives us loose?

Oh! It could be, I hope, at least,

Any of these many wonders;

For after all, I don’t really care.

And then I asked, “Is it about to end?”

The Chorus whispered, “You’ll know;

When you hear the Refrain.” More!

The Coda further exclaimed;

“Life doesn’t end at the last breath;

It ends when it doesn’t grow; when

It becomes redundant and repetitive,

When it looses its meaning,

When it becomes odd.”

Then I realized 

I actually had died

Many times many years ago;

When I choose to forget my song:

Gopala Govinda Rama Madana Mohana

Gopala Govinda Rama Madana Mohana.

Gopala Govinda Rama Madana Mohana

Gopala Govinda Rama Madana Mohana.

Oh! Whoever said that I can’t live forever,

Must have not learned how to live.