SECRETS

Were our secrets a footstep

what are a great crevice it would excavate

larger than a thousand earth mower

Were our secrets a trail

it would slither like serpents into grooves and crests 

of an endless maze we eventually get lost

Were our secrets a water body

It could never be a gentle pool oozing cool sea breeze to a sultry heartland;

No! it would be a great Tsunami 

bursting violently devouring everything in its path

Were our secrets an insect

it would be the tag-team of a canker worm and locust 

bringing to naught all the years of blood and sweat 

on the field of life

Were our secrets a king

no living thing would ever escape his cruel fist

never escaping from eternal captivity 

so much that the very air we breathe would surely not be toll-free

Were our secrets a Mother-Hen

she would be that precocious one

minding all the carnality of this world 

as her chicks gets torn and maimed 

between the curved claws of hawks and foxes 

lurking in the dark corners for unsuspecting mums

Were our secrets a road sign

It would surely lead to the broad street of Hell

Were the hidden secrets of the worlds made to flow 

like the wild hydrosphere untamed

it would be an endless stream of water

leaving a negligible portion for all men to live.

Our secrets are as a breathing natural disaster 

waiting to happen

Maybe it is just OK to keep secrets secret.