Comments about Hari Sankar.R
It was a trite hearsay,
But I reached the spot, deprived of ecstasy,
And those hearsay were the facts,
The corpse of humanity
Lied on the hearse
Notwithstanding, his heart was lively.
But those cantankerous men
Bustled to bury the Esquire.
There wasn't any abatement in the Esquire's endurance.
Those men had the Cart Blanche
I had no option
Other than to be silent
And I didn't cry for the moon,
But I hope it just be an abeyance.