Comments about Lekshmi Menon
Shades Of Reminiscence
Still do i see with my closed eyes,
A canvas of tiled roofs and cherished dreams,
Of aged casuarinas and evergreen tapestry,
Glistening grounds and roofs of sublime bliss.
O the temple of all my visions,
The gleam of all my lamps,
The wine of all my goblets,
The shelter of all my dreams.
Three years you nurtured me,
Took me to your depths and purified me,
Most beloved and blessed was i in your frames,
Faultless turned my portrait with your every careful brushstrokes.
O ardent creator of my memories!
Without you how would i have ...