[A poem by Dr. T. Radhakrishnamacharyulu titled ‘Me the Traveller’.]
[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he strangers you and I were
While travelling
we met in a time spare
To know around what is new
And to pass on globally a few
The sprouts of dreams within
Aim at facts that run in parallel lines twin
I go on foot by heart and mind
Fresh words come in flowing wind
All people on my way
I saw well or ill crushed under Time’s jaw
Fragrance of beauties around dwell
Moved me to a fine work to spell
My thirst to create quenched
When I find in rain so drenched
O! my mission is to an extent fruitful
Of the vision during travel
is rightful
