Deceit wore the mask of love,
This hardly did I know;
I often got deceived by lovers
Whose pretence took off the show.
They vowed to keep it safe, my heart-
The innocent of its kind;
I failed to notice their deception art,
Its perfection got me blind.
They asked for heart, I gave my soul,
Every breath I breathed for them,
They played with it, and proved me fool,
For my folly they condemned.
I reached out my hand to make demand
Of my heart which once I gave;
They thrusted with force my bleeding heart,
And made me know them knave.
Once so pure and kind and fine –
My heart that used to be,
Is now pierced with thousand needles
By those who wanted me.
I hold my bleeding heart in hand;
Dumbstruck, numb and terrified,
With utter force the blood gush forth
I know not if it died.
But many wait in queue to play –
Their motive now I see;
Oh! Not again shall I offer love,
I’ll keep my heart with me.