...from back cover

(I found this poem scribbled illegibly  on backcover of my old notepad. I wasn't sure if I wrote it. If I said no, it was on my notepad which is always in my drawer. If I said yes, I wouldn't like to be responsible for the handwriting. It would put many people of my time to shame.)

.....it's my love
so it is named  suffering.

...it is your indifference
so you name it  with coldness.

...and again it is my love
so I don't need anything in return.