Day 7 NPM Genious level

Day 7 NPM Genious level 

Day 7 NPM Genious level

To make a poem was the dream of the boy in the swing

We heard the INDIAN strings

As we SITAR in the wings was it Shankar did this thing

Is he really 94 in chrono years we fly the time how it goes

The strings of time are plucked and God is now the lucky one we find the time to sing and hear the music of the night again

For no man lives in light a few are gifted with the sight

The songster and the seer the writer

The actors on the stage the bard was making plays

Everyone a player all the world a stage

Black or white or Indian we are all the same

Some men arrive at the genious level they can thrive

 they can play them strings of time

Dead poets and musicians and Ministers of Time

Charlax has arrived