The almari song

I composed a song

And kept it in the almari

For safe keeping, for posterity

It virtually remained unread, not many

caring to read, the almari song!

In the days of more poets in queue

Vying for the same set of readership

the song remains unsung

It takes more luck, favourable friendships,

Jurys, charm to clinch an award than content

The beautiful words, rhyme and timing

All go abegging, a naked non chalance

Inducing negativism, it’s difficult to

Remain positive, sinking the morale

To it’s low ebb, the worst ever nadir

Perhaps the song will be on all ears

If only it’s a captivating musical

A lyrics with tune and melodious lift

Alas it was made into a book

Making it easy to go untouched, unread

It’s time it’s taken out from the almari

Render it with music and tune

To float on the air reaching the

Unreachable ears hitherto unhearing

Lesson learnt, let almari song be a real song!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

N.B: Almari in Tamil means bookshelf in English