Comments about Pankajam Kottarath
Evening meets dusk with its dog yawning.
Hum of mosquitoes breeding like felonies
fills the ribbed air with its brazen roar.
Pale faces with sucked-in stomachs
wait for the gruel in open settlements,
by the side of roads, in muddy slums,
on the footpaths or under the bridges,
their stares fixed at the burning fire,
while crooked minds blazing in lust,