Jayahoo

Sipped he, music with his mother’s milk Mum and music notes; he liked alike His playful childhood he toddled over bands Of fiddles and keyboard glockenspiel Stood at last as a proud victor On the world-pedestal of original score Hoisting Indian genius and glory high in skies Flaunting and fluttering in tri-color pride and Free flying doves of dreams that came true Carrying on his shoulders double Oscars Walking in style, he, on the musical road he paved Vanguarding millions of Indian youth Shouting ‘Jayaho’, ‘Jayaho’; Praying ‘Maa thujhe salaam’, Ma thujhe salaam Bowing to Mother India as a worthy son Offering his supreme win as lovely psalms (Original Telugu poem by: Perugu Ramakrishna) (Translated by: sathyanarayana)