sometimes,what times!

you are at your own.

day has ended,

birds have gone home.

all is well, with the world there.


you want sit,

pick at it.

dismantle it.

assemble it.

Break it,

Crack it,

mend it.


you thought,

will make you feel,

“i have done it”.

and,you have to keep patience with all it.

the broken pieces,

the tidy pieces.



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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