Comments about Pankajam Kottarath
Fullness of the moon painting dreams in his nights
he stood under the heavens and laughed
and appreciated the emptiness of the space.
He stared at the stars, heard rainbows sing
clouds’ whisper and flew with the birds.
He talked to plants, saw flowers meditate,
shades dance and mountains walk
and ebbing tides ran thro’ his veins.