Comments about Ammu Sachariah
In The Dense Of Wood.
Awakening the ghostly calls of the wild loon
I looked upon the forest stretching into infinity
And set my mind to go deep into it.
The wood seems lonely from the way we look in
But the dense is filled with unknown treasures
It was scary to step into the dense of it
But the cool and silky breeze invited me to its heart
The sight inside was wonderful.
There I saw the trees lifting their hands to touch the sky
The trees bouncing in the wind
Made me happy and cool.
The soft tender leaves touched my face
With soft and scattered fingers
The howling wolf, ...