Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis, observed, “Mortals can keep no secret. If their lips are silent, they gossip with their fingers; betrayal forces its way through every pore.”
Tip toe… tip toe…
She silently walked across the snow,
Jumping down to the street below,
All in the moonlight’s faint streaking glow.
Clutching the prized treasure,
Which she knew, was beyond measure,
She retained her composure,
Till she felt at leisure – much to her satisfaction and pleasure!
Ah! Straight she fell into the cops’ snare,
How she wished that it was just a nightmare!
Only if she would have been aware,
Never to her friend the secret share!
From ear to mouth and from mouth to ear,
Words pass on with great zest and cheer,
Showing many a lustrous veneer,
Or with a coat of murky mire smeared.
Betrayal looms large when secrets are out,
After which it makes no sense to crib and pout.
It sows the seeds of mistrust and doubt,
And breaks all relations howsoever devout.
The Whoosh whoosh whispers,
That among many friends transpires,
Oft breaks hearts and leads others to quagmires,
It sure is not cosy to nestle in the briars!
Neither a gossipmonger nor a secret-leaker be…
It takes a whisker to be a bleaker,
In someone’s world of rainbows,
Temptations to spill others’ beans always do disallow.
Keep the secrets shared with you,
Close to your heart.
Do not let anyone,
Throw a fiery dart.
Twice should you think,
Before leaving behind a slimy link,
Or venturing too far into the brink,
Bear in mind – even the whistle of the air can carry the slightest clink.
For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed,
Nothing concealed that will remain unknown,
The Omniscient Almighty holds the keys to them all,
Doesn’t matter whether big or small.
There’s wisdom in keeping your slate clean,
So that you can bountiful rewards glean,
When all would be unveiled,
You would surely proudly beam and gleam.