Treasure Island

Neela Nath


I'm The Devil


To turn your head
to 180 degree angle.
I'll turn me to devil,
From a square to triangle,
I must take my shape.
to change the inch of
your villainous workshop,
I shall run and hop!
You the soul sucker,
the exploiter of dreams,
I can be a monster,
or an Egyptian Sphinx.
Just a head of woman,
and lion's body I need,
to annihilate you man,
to put an end to bitter deed.

Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 21, 2012
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  • Neela Nath (9/20/2012 9:10:00 PM)

    Sir, thanks for your kind advice. I'm not angry. I should protest against injustice.A poet can use pen to express her/his voice only. (Report) Reply

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