She kept everything under lock and key
her diary, her heart and her feelings
Letters, tokens and memories
buried under years of secrecy.
Treasure along with some trash
has been piled up in this stash
Waiting endlessly in the hope
of being discovered at last.
No matter how much she claims
that no one has the right to know
Deep in the cave of her heart
is the need to share her woes.
To shed the insecurities aside
and share her thoughts and mind
To finally open her box of love
and spread it around her world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't understand why we wear a mask and then want others to look beyond it? Why can't we be simply we?
Maybe because sometimes it is easier to wear a mask than let anyone see our true self. But the urge to take off the mask is always the there.