The Smallness Of Most Things Poem by Sumita Jetley

The Smallness Of Most Things



it is like
majorly all very strange
what it is

mad race
wants
complaints

and when at the end of day
i ask myself the question

nothing echoes back to me
as if everything a scheme
manipulation to some new thing

and in the vast arrray of things
confusions
indifferences

lives move
smoothly

'transitions'

Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: thankfulness
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