Poetic smiles and epithets are given a chance to peek into the little poet’s dream world and they get their ink prints on blank pages like widely travelled story teller jotting stray lines in his travel logbook. Written rules and age old taboos seem to disturb her zestful spirit of creativity and at times she finds herselh all endurance when she locates her self caught in a crossfire standing all alone like a stone structure. But she was her poetic self to keep her ell nigh steadfast to motivate her to stand up and resist as a fighter with sword sharp words.
-Dr. N. Sajan