Haphazard Poem by Sumita Jetley
Haphazard
the most bit of its
the its in bits
were like
gloriously clad in the haze of
if its
its ifs
small tiffs
that were wind whiffs
sway fro
and jolted grips
context contours
Friday, December 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lifespan
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
mostly, life could decide its course in its own chores
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5/10/2024 4:14:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem Liked the sweet rhythm