Sumita Jetley Poems

And just doing that.
This is height.
Of steepness.
What could I do?
...

That always there has to be a way.
Reaching you.
Cuddling you.
Being with you.
...

So what?
Let me reach home.

My Sweet home must take me in arms.
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I shall be least bothered.
I might not be at all bothered.

My life shall like to stay unbothered.
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As this.
So Time less.

Time creeps into tangle of whim.
...

What is it now required of me?
Let me go to sleep.
I better go a bit rested now.
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Heart beats,
That beat,

Beat...Beat...
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It strikes,
on off,
Here, There.
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