Being Unsocial

Some things Man can never forget And with them He cannot smile Even if he is surrounded With all the pleasures Some wounds become Incurable and fresh And give pain infinitely The fragments of broken dreams Never be the jewel of eyes And the angry lot Is fastidious The heart neither be convinced Nor weeps Smile is rare in such a dark glare Now the heart is so furious I cannot share my sorrow With it because It wants loneliness Which is always misjudged By the friend As my pride and rudeness Love is the most social thing That makes a man severely Unsocial