The Disfigured Forms Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam

Every series of few words
And composition of some lines
Is not poetry
can not move the heart

Every sphere in crimson color is not the rising Sun
Can not make the lotus-buds blossom and bloom

Every cool thing is not the pleasant moon
It can not be the darling of the lovely lilies

Every mixture of some colors or every group of some strokes
Is neither picturesque nor picture
It can not feast the eyes

Every woman having elevations and depressions
Some shapes and curves
Is not the beloved and can not cause amorous feelings

All these creations are works of some indifferent craftsman
And are partially sculpted disfigured forms