Without Destination

Without Destination

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You come to me like a fall.

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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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Added on January 9, 2018
Last Updated on January 9, 2018
Tags: Life