here you are <br />resting on my cupboard <br />Weary? Aren't you? <br />flying day till night <br />under the moon <br />beneath my roof <br />landing like a plane <br />driving me insane <br />my house alters your shelter place <br />pretending thyself the owner <br />my soul irritated <br />finding you in the corners <br />perching upon my nose <br />while I take a nap <br />it turns like a wilted rose <br />you run out of my trap <br />lucky you <br />your wings God gifted <br />give me some too <br />so I can have you lifted <br />a buzz in my ears <br />humming aloud and clear <br />in my shoulder near <br />and sometimes rear <br />stinks like hell <br />a shower missed since birth <br />like borne out of some scandal <br />carrying out all the dirt <br />now leave me alone <br />so I have moments of peace <br />away from your drone <br />I can enjoy the feast.<br /><br />Priyanka Bhowmick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-bug/
