Comments about Harshavardhan Kalalbandi
With woman in the water, man in the wind;
The west moon burgeoning, an aching limb.
Up picked courage fallen, held high, the faces
Of lost comrades, of mothers cries, lost
Yet to found be the heart fallen, in the
Abyss of darkness, the pit of joy un-found.
Home to eternal ill fated mind,
Asylum to the purging soul.
Foes rejoicing the degree that plunged,
Shadow wishers wert dark comrades never hunched.
Weeping are the friends who cared.
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands snap in two, by the devil pieces ...