If you thought, I would call you back I would not..

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It would hurt me,

Something would ‘die’ in me.

I would writhe in pain.

Would break down,

Go for a toss.

But I would stay a rock.

 

Quiet within my words.

Wordless in my sounds.

And ‘now’ it shall be you,

to wait for my next round of words.

As shall I look forward be hugged up in your words.

‘Mutual’ word now on our silences,Jaan.

 

And ‘endorsed.’

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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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