©Fatheek Aboobucker Who to extract from rays of this night? You? or me? Who will write and take note The love-melody of nightfall? What is the colour of love In baby lamb words prancing to escape from the poetry? what an ocean turns into the grieved river diverged off the life? Me; The light derived from the question, Began its song of the late-night this way
அலைந்து திரிபவனின் சொற்கள் | Words of a Wanderer