And what is a secret
You know, I know,
I know, You know, my dear.
Secret is secret
When it is still opened.
Open it as per Your wish
And I feel nothing.
The matter of feeling is
Relative no doubt, and yet
I stood with You.
It is wise
To know
It is wise
To feel.
But what is that
Difficult to ask
And also difficult
To answer, my dear,
Love does not permit
Any question and
Truth does not
Admit it.
And secret
Remained as before
As secret and that is
There, ask not anything more.
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