The Bug.........! ! ! Poem by Jyo Jottypoet

Oh! It's the new bug on my dress
Some say it just has no address
It comes and sits on me every morn
And sticks to my flesh right at dawn!

Call it the bug we all forbear
It is the price of our success dear
It is that pride on your sleeves you wear
It is the bug we longed for, I swear!

Sometimes it makes me sit up and think
How we have become slaves of destiny
It is a page of our life dipped in ‘Ink'
When ‘He' wrote he spilled it all on me?

So I ventured to find that bug
No, not to kill it but to touch and hug
For I wanted to be the master of my life
For once "I will make friends with strife".

In search of the "bug" I wandered the earth
But none was bugged who was in dearth
What I found was the ‘bug' called "Stressed"
Spelt backwards - "Desserts"- it hits the well dressed.! !