Images of Nothing – #41 of 365 Poems
The river sliding down the hill, taking with it many branches and roots and the trees seem to also follow. On a log sliding down the water, there was a dog. Well that’s what it looks from far here. But it could well be a monkey, or even a kid, left alone. We all have seen ourself in that situation. sometimes we are the log. … Continue reading Images of Nothing – #41 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 