Comments about Neelam Sangwai
Red, -Saffron, orange-yellow -white colored sky,
And my words shy..
Wrap them with care in your heartfolds.
The light buds are now turning to their roots of darkness
The prudent shadows are marching...
Leaving the eyelashes...
The tired day is folding its hours and minutes dissolve in the heart of darkness.
The jungle wants to rest putting off the sounds and rays.
Why are you here to start a new life with the extinguishing lives?
The environment suggestion the waning hopes
Even your bright, scented, golden looks are vein to bear ...