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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.
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