Sumita Jetley Poems

There would always be a contradiction.
Whether to go by it or just stick to it.

Life sticks to core decorum.
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Comes natural to them to write.
Document their mind.

No manipulation of the facts.
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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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