Work is like what..

a drug,to me.

religion to me.

you take away,my routine.

i crib.

i act,weaned.

i want,stray.

betrayed.

 

this is only,one thing my mind is ‘trained’.

and tuned.

to stay patient,pursuasive,persistent.

and,disciplined.

 

this must be a conjugal bond,

an inane relationship.

 

till death does us part,

the likes of as that.

may be.

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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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