Visual-Poem: coCKRoAch

coCKRoAch,

a JUNGLE species one,
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into the house
One by one ……
 
 
The housemen (Home Species) whisper with one another,
Sprays the insecticides to Jungle Species any other,
So that fear of spoiling homely environment neither.
 
 
At night, suddenly they fall in the kitchen sink,
And hallucinates a few second,
Feathers shiver; cause of chemical;
 
 
But, it was only play-acting moment,
From the both side of home and jungle species’- consent
Though the road-siders (True Species) fueling against outsiders.
 
 
Their inherited chemical reaction’s dictum,
Shares the bed of their life to ruin the system.
And, every one finds great transformation along with the rise of sun.

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