Kalidas
K.V. Ramana Rao
A child of
the poetic muse, a craftsman of word
His melodies
rival those of the spring-bird
He holds a
flute-like pen with magical stops
That makes
his poems melody’s honey-drops
A music-woven
nest of singing birds
Is this poets
throat warbling lyric-hearted words
Sweeter than
any skylark or nightingale
Beauty and
melody in him marry and mingle