Sumita Jetley Poems

One leads to another.
They do multiply.

Just going very increasingly in diction
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Periodically, I felt this way
that the equations were left undone.

May be I was humble & thus left,
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Something on the outer surface,
If I was to break.
I wanted to succumb to some straight theories.
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Or not say?
But had I any options,
but to say?
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I shall say it.
But what?
Precisely what?
Somewhat is never so clearly heard
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Think twice as much I do?
I am a free bird of sky.

My thoughts, fly birdlike.
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No way.
I am alright,
Quietly to myself.
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