Writers love the word why
As they know very well that
Life without secrets is a lie

Readers like pages that reveal
The strange and the unknown
One by one, like onions to peel

And tales that wear mystery
Like a shawl or even a mask
Carry with them the secret key

That one mind tells another
Until a literal tsunami exists
Causing among text lovers a stir.

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The secrets we keep. Poem. Poetry
The secrets we keep. Poem. Poetry

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Arvind Passey
Written on 25 April 2019