This Open Secret Poem by V P Mahur

In the world everybody
Loves something or somebody
Yet it is a surprise
That he shows this to nobody

He wishes to keep it a secret
And put it separate
From the criticizing looks
And tormenting hate

Love is God's natural tribute
Which we must distribute
And share openly
Without any selfish dispute

The real aim of the Creator
Would be postponed for later
If hatred in the vicinity
Performs quick and better

Why man's love against hatred
Becomes tired and shattered
Though he knows for sure
Love in God's heart is sheltered