Being Unsocial Poem by V P Mahur

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