Comments about Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
Hope and Dream
Dimness crept up winding brightness
Shadows spread the blanket on hills.
Snoring and sobbing mated in darkness
Will the morrow dawn at the hills?
Still, a sweet smell of pheromone
Ends stillness; raising the pulse
Casts its power to open the morn
Spurring a day's mighty impulse.
Eighty turns in to eighteen quick