Staring through Million eyes Rubbing few of its hands In a smirk Yet seemingly vulnerable
A strike Must do the trick A quick And a precise one Else you may have your nose Unavailable
But that’s what The superior human mind thinks Strategising a strike But a fraction to late For the dipteran Is unconquerable
It flies Quicker than the strike It’s a fly No wonder The contempt in its compound eye Unmistakable
It’s now Humming in the ear Gloating in an ingratiating way I am just a fly You are the mighty human Yet I am on your nose At my own will and Unassailable
My Tales Within 