Salt

I woke up in the morning a little too excited
For we were to host a party
Where all our friends and family were invited

Celebration was just an excuse
It was the reason to get everyone together
Coz its said that success when shared with your loved ones
Tastes and smells even sweeter

I was on my toes making all the arrangements
From decor to the drinks and food
I wanted everything to be so good

Not to forget my own appearance
I had to look good too and get ready in time
Before the guests started pouring in
At the chime of nine

At last it was time and guests started coming in
There were giggles and laughter around
With plenty of gossip abound

With all the noise and sound of music
I could hear the quietness in me
As I watched everyone
A distinct character I could see

There she was, a lady so stunning
Like a martini in a lovely glass
Where everyone’s admiration kept running

Then it was him, an excellent conversation maker
Adding up the right spice
Acting as an ice breaker

My bro was a funny bone as always
Like those sweet little chocolate tarts
Everyone loved him to be around
And wanted him to be their part

As the party progressed, the more characters I saw
An old wine, a spicy tadka dal,
An aroma spreading bayleaf
And wonderful desserts for all

I wished I could be like them
Who people wanted to be with
Started thinking of my character
And which delectable I resonate with

I suddenly realized
I hadn’t got my special phirni out
Took the bowl in haste, but thought of doing a little taste

Something was definitely missing
It was as basic as the salt
Adding it made it perfect
As if there was never any fault

Everyone just loved it
They complimented on its sweetness
And the flavour of rose
Even the look of the dishes
As so lovingly were decorated those

I chuckled inside for I had got my answer
To the question that few minutes ago had made me halt
That what I really resonate with
Is nothing but salt

Whose absence may cause displeasure
But presence is never acknowledged
It just has to be there to hold things in place
While it itself is taken for granted

But its worth cannot be underestimated
For without it life would be so tasteless
So a little bit of gratitude won’t hurt
And won’t make it feel so worthless

Whether or not you agree
You all need it despite of all and any of its fault
I am both proud and sad to say
I am nothing but just a basic salt