Madurai Mani Iyer, a voice so pure,
In every note, he imparted joy for sure.
With steady gait and swara’s grace,
He painted the musical cosmos, the endless space.
Kalpana swaras, blossoming flowers,
Each phrase a gem, patterns building towers.
From sacred Navavaranam’s glow,
To patriotic songs, music was in perennial flow.
Raga bhava in every breath,
He wove a tapestry, of infinite breadth.
With violin and mridangam in tow,
His Interactivity with the co-artistes’, did ensure they grow.
Health betrayed him, but his lofty ideals permanently stay,
In each note he sang, he musically did pray.
Madurai Mani Iyer, a name so revered,
In the hearts of his fans, forever endeared