Yes, He is one!
Not many can imagine a poet of calibre in him.
Appearances are deceptive, they say.
He is a friend for long.
I vivdly remember that when I was walking to his place to attend his marriage, I came to know of my marriage.
The chairs at the wedding were freshly painted.
A little color stuck upon my shirt and it stayed as long as the shirt was there.
Our friendship is still going on!!
The shirts can go, but not the friends!
When I read teh translated poem in a book release function recently, Sri Ramulu called me and gave me his latest book of poems.
How mnay people name their book of poems after the village they were born in?
Sri Ramulu did!
I compliment him for that!
We have migrated to the city, but the heart still is atuck in teh Village.
I am thrilled that Sri Ramulu wrote such a forceful poem!
I wish him very best in the future!