To friends
It’s history, memory, never fairy
The red scars on our papers
Friends with lazy state of mind!
My honesty poisoned your loyalty
Let our supplicating tongue
Reserve those curses
Let litany fingers
Swerve executing omens
Let the scholar
Chew away his time
To pay for two, I pay for two
My philosophy stands afore your logic
Your philosophy has no theory
Your biggest treasure
Is to lose me as a friend;
An advice
You lazily asked me
To give my assignment
I humiliate you
In your lazy language
But you misconceive my concept
I do not worship books
While you don’t;
Your philosophy
Does not consider your dogma
Then why criticize my exam ethics?
Ah! Friends! You blame me of calls
I sacrifice twice
To pay my fares to see you
Yet you prefer your mistress to me
As I visit the library,
As I may be employed,
Your scars may never heal.
