Comments about Prasad Natarajan
The Sparrow Band
In my balcony all alone,
Amidst leaf fall my mind too, prone.
A few grains in my closed hand,
I await the sounds of the Sparrow Band.
In my balcony under the sun,
I cast the grains out one by one.
They swoop down in a grey dash,
Peck at the grains, are off in a flash,