Mira’s Over It

 Just let him go! Honey, who calls a yogi her own?

He’s always indifferent to me, sister, he makes no sense.

 Girl, you can’t own a yogi. Walk away.

He appeases with sweet talk, but he won’t tie the knot.

 Give up! You can’t lock down a yogi, dear.

Should I stay or move on? He’s left me neither here nor there.

 Whose is a yogi, sweetie? Set him free.

Mira’s lord is Syam,

 the dark one,

 the heart-thief,

 the adored,

 the lover,

 the friend.