I Did Not Hear The Trade Cry
I did not hear the trade cry--
Under the music of your skillful art.
I don't want to buy and sell,
Thru cell phone, the plastic heart.
Am I jerk, or you are? you have proved,
Trademan of darkest shop!
You are sold by Mephistophillis,
To make your life a sure flop!
Here, you can buy something,
But, will miss a pure mind.
Being not a beast, all may,
Call you animal behind.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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