Review of “Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets”
“A round moon rose behind me and lit up the all-encompassing sea like a shining silver sheet”. These lines from the poem ‘Invisible target’ almost paint the sea, the moon, the man on a canvas. It is like the poet takes along with him, his reader in this moon-soaked beach. But while they are in this journey, the poet gives them freedom to loiter around the shores of anguish, pain, longing that rise and falls like waves on the human minds.