Simple but never simplistic, neither pedantic nor pedagogic, poetry for him is a palpable word-play, and a prayer too

almost in darkness.Poetry flows for him in calm refrains ,like a smooth running river.And words fall in their places with meaning

to edge beyond the horizon. It's like the ever- shifting interplay of darkness and light.And it's not the poet who

sings ,but poetry that sings for him,and grammar that bends its rules for him to house a mood.

He's a poet excelsior,a prophet of minimalism,for he knows that excess could never be a successful venture in poetry.