Of course,it hurts at times

There are those times. 

Just that stand by my bed side and look at me. 

Quietly when I cry quietly. 

Thinking it to myself ,

Where am I going wrong. 

But then, 

I sleep quietly. 

Sobbing to my heart. 

In the hold of hopeful mornings. 

Sun covers up the black clouds. 

Black clouds bring rains of their own. 

Earth holds the moisture, 

and grows. 

Prospers in its misery but joyous bounty. 

I forget small things, 

in these facets. 

Sleep leaves me on a higher errand. 

I sleep in the mind. 

To awaken fresh & fragile to break monotony. 

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About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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