Pushpanjali, 13

No one understands someone else.
They all come near and go away.
Why does a loving smile end in a tear?
When the breeze weeps
the flowers do not bloom unrestrained.
Why do flowers wilt alone in the evening?
Beholding the face, let eyes meet eyes.
Do not hold within
the sweet words straight from the soul.
This night will be no more,
no words any more.
In the morning,
only the remnants of the remorse of the heart!