Burning Comments

Emotion has no chance to penetrate such wisdom. After the puppet show / the nest was calling... when a writing put its step to move on the space in such a way, simply a silent cry from deep deep of the human life overwhelmes the reader. Mathematics, calculation....alls are bogus dust dancing with puppetiers nail. But the consolation also runs with the spirit with a sense of immortality: After birth there was no death of my / rhyme. The flesh has gone, only the burning bones are lying / on bed of roses. Regards, pranab 10/10