Shh...Secrets
Secrets
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience.
Fear is frightened.
My whispers moist the mirror,
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep with my hand reveals me,
at least partially; eyes, nose…
The broken images look like
an unborn soul with unfulfilled
desire, to be born and thrive.
My wishes, of reversing time
and walk backwards to the root,
set me alight; I see secrets
being destroyed in that fire.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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