MELLIFLOUS MAESTRO

 An elegy on P. Jayachandran

                 
            A TRIBUTE..

Music, a mountain amidst an ocean, a tough task in hand,

Cross the ocean, to reach the summit, a monumental feat,

Millions tried, many a few  achieved the task with glory,

Many  even swim across, climbing to the summit, a wonder.

 

Singers  stamp memorable moments as they leave the stage,

Music has no borders, so its limits, has depths and heights,

We, the mortals  drown deep in their ocean of performances,

Watch and hear them in awe, keep them in memory forever.

 

One such breathed his last, impoverishing the tinsel world,

Early lessons untraditional,  voice  masculine and mellifluous,

Never to miss the ears, so influential, indeed  reverberates.

Filmdom rich with his feats, the fans grew fast in millions

 

Art is long, life is short, as the saying goes, the feats remain,

Mortal remains may leave, his voice will remain forever,

Singers may come, singers leave the stage, the  law of nature,

This divine voice will reverberate oft in our ears forever.

 

We pray for  extension of  his  stint of music for more years,

His songs may become old, yet they have become immortal,

The more we hear. the more we mourn his  continued legacy,

Pray he ‘ll sing again in heaven, we may hear them one day.