![]() Without DestinationA Poem by Satish Verma![]() You come to me like a fall.![]()
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. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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