I Miss The Ordinary Self, When All Extraordinary Things Crave For My Attention. Poem by Sumita Jetley

I Miss The Ordinary Self, When All Extraordinary Things Crave For My Attention.



Naturally, challenge presents itself
And then quietly I get into things,
feeling exhaust & lost,
I find myself at loss
then find and re find to lose.
Great sensibility prevails over loss.
Nothing saves, neither the gloss.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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Ends are momentary, but beginnings are centenary. Sometimes historic effort goes into thee.
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