I went looking for balm and found a treasure

Don’t give me your secret

It’s not a treasure

But an unconsenting, unforgiving bond

Demanding one like itself in return

What if I have none or don’t want one?


Keep your secrets

You’re not sharing them with me

You’re depositing poison in me

So you have reprieve; what of me?

They are not mine to have to survive


‘Of a sensitive nature’ they say

Of things meant to be kept secret

If that’s you, look elsewhere

I’ve not offering asbestos services

Treasure your secrets. By yourself


Ramya Pandyan


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