The Secret
Locked in the deep cravices of heart
Bottled in the prison cells of conscience
It aches for release
Craves for liberty
Oh! What a mystery it is.
Like a mystery in the jungle of thoughts
It longs to be demystified
Yearns to taste freedom
The vivid odour of lust
The fresh trails of carnal pleasure
Pretense and fickle piety
Is this the secret?
The mind wonders
The heart ponders
The secret remains a secret.
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