The Thug

It was at the crossroads we met
We both moved to the changed minds
We met on the middle road of the crossroads
Here is the meeting point
It is the six junctions of life I bet.

We advanced ahead both, and met closely again and again.
I paused to allow him a proper passage
I paved his way to the summit like a bullet.
He soon hit the tower
At the academia now we fight shoulder to shoulder
He built mountain about the meetings
Chastising the old days
Forgetting the climbing point
Learning the jealousy
Burying the legendary
Causing the anarchy

Oh parrot, how can you forget the warm days?
Those days, I was there for you
Adjusting time for your success
How can't you be grateful?
The bittersweet of the pepper and apple
I consume, the dust of the chalk I inhaled
The energy I asserted to the bicycle
To report on the Basic cycle
Oh child, when you become a master
Don't forget the teacher
He was not a Ninja
He was surely a server.

Treat me the same
And stop playing the game
I'm the same
Your mentor, your teacher…
The facilitator
I'm but the teacher.