From Vedic chants to kāvya's ornate grace, Sanskrit verse danced through time's vast embrace. Hymns rose simple in Rigveda's fire-lit song, Epics thundered with heroes brave and strong.Gupta blooms wove love in shimmering streams, Kālidāsa's words like moonlight's dreams. Medieval twists spun puns and mirrored art, Palindromes gleamed, capturing the heart.Through centuries' flow, the style ever grew, From ritual praise to court's dazzling view, Eternal echoes in Sanskrit's pure flight, Poetry's soul, undimmed by the night.