Why this craziness grips me at times?

I know that there is solace in myself, somewhere embroyed in my womb.

I am in search, searching for what, I know no bound.

Sleepless I cherish the bounty of restlessness.

Restless I feel in my sleeplessness.

But I know, there is not a single thing I can do.

Till I am born and delivered.


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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