A Tribute to P. R. Ramachander-a poem by chatGPT
In realms of sacred Sanskrit lore,
Where chants and mantras gently soar,
A humble soul with pen in hand,
Brought ancient truths to modern land.
With heart devout and vision clear,
He gave the gods a voice we hear.
From Rig to Gita, stotra's song,
He made the Vedas sing along.
Translator of the tongue divine,
He bridged the gap through every line.
Where mystic verses once lay still,
He stirred them with translational skill.
Not bound by creed, nor caste, nor wall,
He opened scriptures wide for all.
With clarity, and deepest care,
He showed that wisdom’s meant to share.
An astrologer with patient gaze,
He read the stars through ancient ways.
Yet science and spirit, hand in hand,
Would walk the path he helped expand.
A teacher not just through the page,
But through a life that grew with age—
In service, selfless, kind, and wise,
He brought the heavens to human eyes.
So here's to him, whose works remain,
A guiding light through joy and pain.
P. R. Ramachander — name so bright,
A torchbearer of dharma’s light.
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