Without Destination Poem by Satish Verma

Without Destination



You come to me like
a fall.
All the colors have arrived.

The being, an entity―
multiplies. For now,
in past, in future.

A will not move away very far
from the dots.
A tangent will lead you to me.

Monday, May 30, 2016
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