Confessions of a Passive Smile

Leaving behind, the red tulips You leave, the unnamed autumn That showered snowy flowers of silent concern. Throwing thorns on my heart, Though it was out of question, Since no thorns were born of friendship You listed me in the group of fellows, Not even to be looked at, of foes... Alienating my lines of deep, but bitter affection As we couldn't possess All that crept in our courtyard, You showed me a vine without buds on And taught me to be a less dangerous enemy, Who could never attack, but only stay calm... Attending to my waitings, first, Listening to my words, you kicked me off The steps of your worries... You are not to be blamed! My heart, so silly,the fly to fall in the dark With its lights burning, not to wipe out the clouds But to be damp in cries,is the culprit Jailed are my pangs for you in the dungeons Of untold revolts, of passion sinful..!