Don’t peep inside
You may not like
What I kept inside for long
Away from world’s prying eyes
Inside my dark corners
I hide it so deftly
No one can see them
Hideous and ugly
Don’t play around with me
You may weaken my resolve
I may open up a bit
And skeletons may tumble
I don’t want you to see them
Some skeletons may be close to you
Who knows we can even find
Skeletons of me and you
My cupboard has a glossy paint
See, touch and admire the outside
Let the doors remain closed
Stop asking about dark inside
© Sukanta Mohapatra …2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We always keep a façade of happiness, while dying from inside.. A very nice poem Sukanta.. Thank you for sharing...
Yes. We all have skeletons in our cupboards. Thanks so much Souren Mondal for appreciating. I am honoured