Don’t Tell me Your Secret

Don’t tell me your secret.

You will make me fret.

I have my own life’s threat,

Pestering me night and day, my pet.

You remember last time we met,

And that letter you sent,

And its terrible content,

So hell bent!

Since then, I have spent,

With mind and body almost bent,

And tears so much having shed,

That I have had to stay in bed.

.

Please, don’t tell me your secret.

Somehow, others will ferret,

And ultimately know your intent,

However distant,

By the surveillance camera, in an instant.

Let me stop my comment,

Enough of it all, this very moment!

Yes, just leave me to be content,

In my shack, which you call a tent.

know that you are meant,

To be my friend, not to harass me with your secret. 

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

Mauritius

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

8 thoughts on “Don’t Tell me Your Secret

  1. Suma K Gopal

    Enjoyed the rhyming pattern, and the leaves the reader with a strange curiosity to know the secret!

    Reply
  2. Madhumathy

    The monologue makes us wonder at the vexing secret and make wild guesses about it by reading between the lines

    Reply

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