Comments about Akhil M...
Pulled, on the road-side, by a touch-me-not
I fall to the dusty earth, one afternoon,
A tiny soil-speck winks in the hot-sun
'Do you recall, dear brother? '
And I wake to the smell of cotton-dust
On Achamma's bed, warm and cool.
Climbing down her, breath held close, I go out
On empty mid-days of slumber;