"Box of Secrets"/ Gurpreet kaur

"I have a box

where I keep secrets.

Many try to poke me,

to let them take a look.

They linger around

until I let them see.

I deny most of the time

But they are unavoidable.

they try to be my friend.

So for their constant struggle,

I reward them by letting them see

my secrets one by one

Until It satiate their hunger,

they admire every piece of it and

leave soon to find a person

with new box to fill their curiosity.

It sounds whimsical,

Is'nt it ?

But you know,

there is another box I have,

more arcane,

no one can approach it,

But seldom I open it

when no eye see me

except the holder of every secret."

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