Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 97
Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
SECRET, ITS ORIGIN AND OUTCOME
Secret of one’s life is like burning truth,
the smoke of which is too unpleasant to be inhaled.
Every life has a secret (it may be more than one)
and everyone hides it (them) from individual to individual.
At times the fire may be put-off
but its fumes spread all over.
An accidental act may not be denounced so much
but a wrong one is sure to be condemned.
If the wrong is repeated,
the secret will no longer remain as secret.
Then one will suffer...
Accidents may occur many times in life
but a wrong deed must not occur more than once.
Disclosure will not only destroy the image
but also, can destroy the connections
as faith is totally wiped away.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Comments
Prithviraj Shirole from India on September 15, 2020:
True, we should keep our secrets to ourselves. Enjoyed reading the poem.
Ann Carr from SW England on September 11, 2020:
Well expressed and food for thought. Secrets can be dangerous and hurtful. The best are those kept for a nice surprise!
I enjoy your carefully penned poems.
Ann