Unshared secrets
Kept in some where
in some unknown vault
are very sad
Lack of light
They are dying in the dark
They wanted
To be born
To breathe
Like you and me
but we were afraid
of the truth
if you would reveal yours
and I reveal mine
it could have been
a drop of rain
it could have been
a zigzag stream
I could have my bath
You could satiate your thirst
The rain could have
Mingled with the stream
but we did not have the courage
to battle out
you took your way
and I took mine
you look back
I look back too
Possibly thinking
We could have been a little bold
Open a little bit
Our mind
And our four lips
But time is our glorious friend
Life is our friendly road
Perhaps destiny will help
us to meet again
and I swear this time ……
your thousand buds
would bloom in flowers
and mine would be
thousand butter flies
to give birth
and to set free
all the secrets
to take breathe in the air freely..
Very nice. Secrets won't be secret then.Secrecy has its different charm.
Secrets are meant to be kept as it may make or mar destinies, yet the truth should prevail. A poem to ponder over. :)
great flow of true and destiny will help u and her and your secret will be like drops of rain wonderful beauty Abdul Wahab Thanks to share bro.
Our secrets are hidden in us and it always needs an other person to let them bloom and there are thousands hidden in us who need to breathe the fragrance of our neighbors too
sooner or later the truth will come out - this is what life is about.
this is an elegant write. Oh those secrets of life. Sometimes they must remain forever. Tucked away yes, never to be revealed so true. Tis is one reason poets love similies, and metaphors, and personification. We are at liberty to write as we please. I love this one. Excellent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Regret over an unshared whim which hasn't withered, but hopefully awaits resurrection! ! Let a thousand buds bloom as flowers! ! Enjoyed! !