A fallen flower,
Can render no more favour.
Only to be devour,
Within the hour.
Mohan Nandu, a sun-flower,
An Indian idol, what cultural power.
He stood, the height of a tower,
The music scene, he did empower.
Oh, what a sweet delight,
His appearance did alight.
Yes, no more a living sight,
His sustenance, it was quite a fight.
As a competitor, he did cause a fright,
Mohan was Guyana’s beacon, a bright light.
The ladder of devotion, he made the flight,
Only to be discarded, oh what a plight.
Men, women and children, he did excite,
Be it a concert or mandir, day or nite.
At home and abroad, a crowd once unite,
To listen to his voice, such was his mite!
Unconcerned, who is wrong or right,
For the joy of singing, it was alright.
A note to quote, his was no blight,
Mohan’s respect for all singers, his was a might.
Anna Catherina, a significant site,
Mohan resided with black, brown and white.
A friendly neighbor, no one need an invite,
To laugh or gaff, a tune he did automatically recite.
His vocal cord was his wealth, his health, despite,
A man of dignity, he was always humble and polite.
Once again, we will gather, this time for his last rite,
The iconic Mohan Nandu, there is much to say and write.
Jai Lall