The point is-everything is pointless

Which ever way I went,was closed.

I explored a bit then let go.

And now, it is like exploring my ways,

And ways are getting lost.

And I am yet not found.

To take them around in my course of things.

Strings of life,

are coming lose,astound.

I am still, breathing.

Yet not.

Much in life,

The Life-what they call.


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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