Why did you not wipe
my tears, ever,
In fact not a tear
Even when your hands,
Your warm hands,
were so near
why did you hold the pain,
all of it for so long
why did not you let me flow
why did you become so sane
what is this which makes me
feels so bewildered
have I plucked the flowers
forbidden, even if withered
why will you cry now, when
it is all over
I have to heal my love
No matter what it takes, for ever
You may worry a bit now and then
And also complain, if I do not take care
Of myself, and also of the little lilies,
We sowed in the backyard together
But the times do not last, always
As they seem to be, at least
And thank god, they do not,
As said a wise man, change stays
Let us love, live and learn
All at the same time
Do not bemoan, do not regret
Why some tears become, a sign so sublime