To a Bug

by Priyanka Bhowmick

here you are

resting on my cupboard

Weary? Aren't you?

flying day till night

under the moon

beneath my roof

landing like a plane

driving me insane

my house alters your shelter place

pretending thyself the owner

my soul irritated

finding you in the corners

perching upon my nose

while I take a nap

it turns like a wilted rose

you run out of my trap

lucky you

your wings God gifted

give me some too

so I can have you lifted

a buzz in my ears

humming aloud and clear

in my shoulder near

and sometimes rear

stinks like hell

a shower missed since birth

like borne out of some scandal

carrying out all the dirt

now leave me alone

so I have moments of peace

away from your drone

I can enjoy the feast.

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