HAMLET
K. V. Ramana Rao
“The observed of all observers”, a princely mind,
Mishandled by life, a gentle soul, confined
To the earth’s cramping limits, oppressing and hard,
“A divinity shapes” this child of the Stratford bard.
He missed love’s balm, there is nothing to compensate,
Annoyed, rough-hewed, by a weird exacting fate,
“Cracks a noble heart”, cries Horatio distressed,
“And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest”.