Late hours, and why am I irritated?


No clues, and I have clues too.

Sometimes I kill myself,

With my own hands.

Phase-I still have to live with myself.

I wish, I sail through my own self at this moment.hour,day.

I am Ubuntu,going or already gone to dogs.

It is today,around me sweltering hot and vehemently dark.

And I am here with this all, eyes locked.


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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