Comments about chidananda sali
When I come for walk
In the cool breezy dawn
The serpant road’s will
Is sleeping still..
Near the coward giant hill
Crying river flows covering it’s own will.
I recall sleepless nights
Many meaningless dreams
Chanting, hunting, haunting throughout
While the koel sings noman’s desperation
Unnoticingly the day unfolds slowly-like a wild flower
-all over the forest from all sides..
After my return, starts the routine
Work, stress, strain, hurry, fire-in-mouth
Smoke covering like talcum powder on faces
-that are sinking wholly ...