Blamed

This love, love is so indifferent... When I used to be the spoiled playboy, My heart scorned me yet I endured the dallies. Few shed tears and few took casually, But when the society blamed me I dismayed, 'whether I can love anybody?' This love, love is so indifferent... When I sensed the realism of a relation, My heart honored me yet I treated my wounds. Few heard me crying and few kept quiet, But when my heart blamed me I wondered, 'whether love is a challenge to fight?' This love, love is so indifferent... When I dusked the days of merriments, My heart wiped me yet I evinced with a smile. Few fended me by solacing and few turned back, But when my soul cursed me I queried, 'whether love is revered or is a cheesy act?' This love... Love is so indifferent When I was a spoiled playboy, the society blamed me When I felt the realism of a relation, my heart blamed me When I dusked to be alone, my soul cursed me. This love... Love is so indifferent.