Minds Of Vagabond Clouds Poem by Sanjeev Kumar

I interact with her,
Fall for the poise;
And get 'entangled.'

The space-time distanced,
It hardly mattered as,
Superposition enhanced.

What does the distance carry?
How does the time matter?
When the souls fly together.

Before the recognition,
I knew both zeroes and ones;
The after effect vanished.

I was content with,
Both or either,
Ones and zeroes.

Such was the mess of,
The affair that I seek,
To break the codes.

Love and Life for all,
And hope to change the,
Minds of vagabond clouds.