veeraiyah subbulakshmi - Be composed..

What do you expect from me,
When you spew out the dust,
Near my eyes, nose and throat?

Thunderous sneeze and cough,
Pouring cleanser from the glands,
Soothing words to nurse the wounds.

Heartily disappointed and sad,
Madly aroused with another scheme,
Luring the victims to the tongue.

Many are off guard and on the run.
The rest is quiet, plucking their wings,
Only a few, hides, but smiles.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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