I have the dogs and the plants,
I have the healthy dogs and the battered plants,
I have the playful dogs and a few uprooted shrubs,
I have the loyal dogs, but spoil all my hope,
Of getting beautiful flowers and then the fruits,
To taste the nectar from the healthy blooms as honey,
My dogs ‘water’ everywhere to spoil the roots,
Sometimes the prime roses are sprinkled,
The beautiful red, yellow and white roses are nibbled,
Once my grape vines were brought down with spanks of the paws,
Nothing is left to mind its own business,
Every part of my body is polluted and,
Work in hay wire to fix it later, once the symptoms,
Are confirmed when the diseases are bloomed,
I have a few habits and my body is under attack,
As I have the dogs and the battered plants.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-habit-of-being-nuisance/
