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.
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