बुढ़िया

आज मैंने उस बुढ़िया को बड़े इत्मिनान और ध्यान से देखा! वो बस बैठी थी और हर आते जाते हम जैसों से कुछ इशारों में मांगती थी!
फिर वो उठी, जाकर के एक टुकड़ा कागज़ ला कर संवार कर फिर उस पर बैठ गयी!
मेरी चाय सांस में अटक सी गयी. कौन है ये? खाया?
खा पायेगी? मैं फिर चुप से उसकी ज़िन्दगी में उतर  गयी।
अब मैंने गौर से मह्सूस किया। मैं हिल गयी!
i missed you, in hold of me.
my strong vulnerability,
my anchor,
my male counter-part.
for i realised,
this could be me.
with Y/you not shielding me.
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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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