Comments about Narendra Kuppan
Song Of Will
When I travel in a train
I just give my ears to listen engine’s pain.
But I hear no pain except engine pulling the train in the joy, has peacock in the rain.
When engine’s wheels are rolling on a parallel line, which goes up a hill, then again I intended to listen the pain, as train went towards the up stood line.
Again I heard no pain instead; I heard a song of will, a song of pull.
Again and again I heard song of will, which helped engine to pull.