DISCOVERY
Give me a secret
But one light to bear.
I can’t give you mine
Mine’s not to share.
.
Mine has iron shafts
With their tip bent.
There’s a man so familiar
My head can’t pretend.
.
There’s a girl
She’s sobbing
Children shouldn’t cry
Everyone can hear her
But the deaf only sigh.
.
There are windows
But the day is blind, you see.
People with no faces
Shadows that morph into glee.
.
Give me a secret
But one light to bear.
Mine have chains
Bhoolbhiliya,
dusty webs and a lair.
.
I’ve banged on doors
Shook the grills and implored
I can hear distant conversations
But doors aren’t doors.
They are chasms you know,
Deep pits filled with gore.
.
Don’t hold my secrets
They aren’t but mine to hold.
A lifetime of grief
Of hurt untold.
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~ (c) Vinitha, April 30,
Thirty days of writing poetry
