OH LORD!
VASANTHARAO VENKATA RAO
What for is this useless gross body?
Make it a string and transmit melodies,
Make it a brush and paint pictures,
Make it a chisel and create idols,
Make it a pen and produce books,
Make it a cell and radiate light,
Make it a crane and lift up weights,
Why worry with a fainted mind?
Show that service is real bliss!