As i lay down , on my bed
i get a crawling feeling , a strange dread
as dark descends, the rush begins
hundreds hungry eyes and their
kith and kins
their up hill journey starts , as i dream
every thing funny, as it seems
silently they come , as iam away
hundreds little creatures and one i lay
sustaining so many lives , i don't feel proud
donating my blood to the laziest crowd
some satisfied,becomes hail and hearty
still some striken with poverty
as morning arises, the rush calms down
some retreating guests , i see and frown
strange and funny a bed bugs life
eat and sleep no fuss no strife........
1 comment:
that's so horrible......quite scary..
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