As you rightly say so, my dear
I couldn't help you as a mentor
But let this last lesson of mine define, loud 'n' clear
Where we should've been and where now we're
You can't hold his hands
With amorous hugs and kisses
And simultaneously sing friendship songs
Standing on the graves of love and romantic liaisons
How could you say, "I hate you"
And then next day, "I love you"
An inseparable part of your existence
And yet always trying to test your patience
You should've, long back, dumped him as a mentor
He being, lost in his fancies, so selfish & shirker
There was no need of standing by him as a friend
When to treasure your pink attire, he had always longed
How could you worry about someone's crafted plight
Who, once, wanted to stay with you, day and night
Who wished for himself, the six days of your life
And the consummation of glory, amidst that strife
To any of his word, how could you have lent the credence
When you always smelled in him, the murky concupiscence
You should've snubbed all his feelings and emotions
It could have been either all or none for these options
Take this last lesson of mine, I wish, you should have followed
The way, I'm following now, absolutely stern 'n' hardened
If, in someone, you don't find interest
Especially in that, who opens, in front of you, his broken heart
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