My secret is made of-

The misery of the unsatisfied birds chirping,

The cries of the traumatized children,

The scream of the distressing ghost,

The cries of the ones who have departed their lives.

I found it-

Trapped on the outline of a clif,

Chased by the enormous kangaroos in the boiling deserts of Australia,

Snagged on the center of the roadside, 

Caging the warmth and adoration in hearts and changing them to steel.

My secret can- 

Catch all the affection and kindness and make it overflood with anxiety and distress,

And shatter aside Mount Everest till it’s put pieces of dust, 

And devastate the hearts of even the most warm-hearted people.

If i lost this secret-

The hearts of millions would shatter along with the Earth’s core, 

slowly disappearing…