What if there were no corridors
No roads or paths
No signs saying something
No one to guide
What if there was no somewhere
No words to follow
No sounds to obey
Nowhere to reach
Charming, I’d say
For the real travel would then begin.
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Travel_a poem written in November 2017
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Arvind Passey
Written in November 2017
