This Is My Habit. To Go And Talk In Face Poem by Sumita Jetley
This Is My Habit. To Go And Talk In Face
it can be repeatedly boring.
very frigid
but what do i care
especially when the facts require me
straightening them out
i take them one by one
meticulously.
Doing the sorting.
Few things when are on dart
i am sure there they gain a spark
a twinkle in their origin
slow yet sure
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this becomes quite a trembling atom when the molecules are gathered. swift and sharp
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12/21/2025 8:39:57 PM # 1.0.0
a twinkle in their origin slow yet sure......outstanding conceptualizations. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.