What do you expect from me, <br />When you spew out the dust, <br />Near my eyes, nose and throat? <br /> <br />Thunderous sneeze and cough, <br />Pouring cleanser from the glands, <br />Soothing words to nurse the wounds. <br /> <br />Heartily disappointed and sad, <br />Madly aroused with another scheme, <br />Luring the victims to the tongue. <br /> <br />Many are off guard and on the run. <br />The rest is quiet, plucking their wings, <br />Only a few, hides, but smiles.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-composed/
