Sunday, 15 November 2015

Without any Plan

You and I met young,
Wandering on the face of the earth,
Just by chance, without any plan.

At a place unknown
To both, 
At a time fixed by stars,
Not by us on the earth,
In mere play we met
Without any plan.

We stayed together,
Just by chance
For long, long years
Without any plan.

Then one day in time
You died
Just by chance?
Without any plan?
Why?

This poem was first published on a popular online blog for poetry, Dead Snakes, in April 2015.

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