Sentiments The Secrets Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

Sentiments the Secrets

Once I had a little bag
So many secrets in it.
They were enframed in a tag
To reveal them needed a hit.
Hits were couped with a hammer
One after another blow.
They were the same in rumour;
They came in similar flow.

An emotional torture
Suddenly hit on my mind.
They were ready to scatter
There was no excuse, no kind.
The secrets became silent
And waited for the next hit.
A voice proclaimed in a bent
They were not really fit.

Still they lived together
In the frame of blood and flesh.
They did not blame each other
They stayed away from rush race.
Joy and sorrow, smile and cry
They all lived in their own right.
When one kept the other dry,
The other returned with fight.

These sentiments the secrets
They built the fleshy frame strong.
No hit could freely separate
The tight bond which had no wrong.
There was no hesitation
In sentimental movements,
But in rigid relation
They never fade, never faint.

September 7,2019