When I Was Young

When I was young, pure in heart
Met a soul, walked in to a storm
Being so kind, coy and bright
Became the witch, lost the charm
None was ready to hear the pain
None was given a lively smile
One was ready to smile in vain
One was given a lifeless spiel
Gave the love, be given the Loathe
How can the world be foul and cruel?
Gave the hope, be given the oath
How can on oath be false and pause?

- Nuwanthika Thilakarathna