Out of nothing
Like a surprise that out of nowhere comes
Life also happens and hums
It is the same with thoughts and words
And even a poem suddenly flirts
So must love be any different
And be irreverent?
All things, good or bad, do not seek
To defend them, speak
They live their lives alone
As solo travellers have been known.
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Out of nowhere – a poem
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Arvind Passey
22 April 2016
