Acrostic Ode
Superhuman with no limits
At two became a prodigy
Never was he without chanting
Kalady was where he was born
Adhering the Manu sastra
Replenished our life with this thought
Ardour he was towards Gita
Clever creation of creator
Hallowed land, where ever he walked
Advita was a gift from him
Revered he was across ages
Yearning to think what more we missed
A great blessing he was to us.
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