( my poem published in 'The Asian Age', over a decade ago)

Facing the Music System

I too possess I hate to alas!
Those crafted to the last detail
Coffins of music
Gram phone records, cassettes
And now Compact Discs
Lies within which nailed
The joy of missing those songs
Missed, miffed forever and ever
At your fingertips
Are your favourite numbers
Like the love of your beloved wife
You get them any time
Any number of times
Wondering into where, how
And why did the joy of
Rarity fly?
And unwittingly inventing a system
To crush them
Or facing the music system