The Kings and Queens Of Secrets

When we like to keep the covert,
Call the people to discuss and sort out,
Hiding the facts, figures and ill thoughts,
Not everyone is open to face the east,
When the sun emerges from the void,
Carrying an umbrella to hide from its rays,
Whatever discussion that are done on the table,
The solution can't be obtained, not neutral,
Even one is derived from fake thoughts,
When we speak heart to heart,
Many problems can be solved,
Most of us not really ready to face it,
We are the Kings and Queens of secrets.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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