You're People's Poet Poem by Fatima Zehra

I miss you in black.
Black color sounds cool on you.
Why are you so careless, my silly lover?
Why do you meet accidents over and again?
Haven't you already paid much?
Your injuries, your wounds
Your words tell a hell of tales
Don't fall next time.
Drive slow. For Mom's sake; for my sake
You're people's poet;
You're the revolutionary rhyme;
And a natural verse;
You have to live on
Life can't afford your going
So, don't be rough to your life, babe
For the sake of life's light,
For the sake of liberty, at least.