Ramappa sculptures are lively treasures,
Like the setting in spring with all flowers,
Art-feast of aesthetic eyes for pleasures,
All pervasive feel of festive fervors,
Skills uncanny, carvings quintessential,
Gem in the galaxy of Deccan shrines,
True to life in the art of the chisel,
Engineering wonder, preferential, Art, music and dance designs in signs,
Kakatiya kings built it to excel.
Sculptors are not alive; sculptures, alive
Although the jealous misshaped the carvings,
Although made them to the pieces archive,
Why do invaders spoil in false cravings?
What delight do they derive in spoilsports?
Despite their worst efforts, arts are in shines;
Life lives ephemeral, art lives eternal;
In dazzles of the polished dolerite;
The rulers worshiped the art in their reigns;
Dancers like Nagini seem supernal;
What sculpture else is my most favourite!
Art in life sculptors in dexterity,
The rich carvings of legendary tales;
The grace of dance, music in variety,
Youthful bosom, bodyline, all in hails,
All like Samudra Manthana, the scene,
Makara-torana, leaves on shrine-door;
Nandi in the sitting posture, life full,
With its eyes in life-glow, veins in flow keen,
Majestic, graceful, comely to the core,
All viewers are in their magnetic pull.
All specialized and splendid are sculptures,
To visit it, revisit it, art fest,
A pleasant host to offer full raptures,
In varied shades, emotions manifest,
Sculptures move in art as sermons in stones,
A treasure trove of lessons on the arts,
Figures shine to attract more than real,
Songs of minstrel echo sweeter in tones,
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021
