The Zombie
You are dead or alive,
I don't want to know.
(you told) You left P.H as poet
a few months ago.
You are a zombie,
with cruelty and vice,
Nasty words get price,
on your dirty, muddy lips.
I don't need your advice.
You know Lucifer, I hate
the man of your kind,
with zigzag words and trick
who makes people blind.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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