Don't go on my innocent face,
It may mislead you.
But those who have seen it,
Will never forget,
What they went through,
Not because it is my nose
But because my nose pokes in everybody's affairs
So beware and take care.
Initially I felt awkward, but now I am habitual
And I really feel sorry for those who have
Had some experience of my poky nose.
One thing is for certain,
there is no matter
which has ever escaped my nose
It has magnetic power to attract any matter
And because of this I had many uninvited troubles
Following and chasing me.
Once I decided to get rid of it
But all my attempts went futile
And wherever I went, it attracted
Their problems and put me in trouble.
trouble of life is gypsy wanderer; staying remote place is not safe to survive peacefully! so, let's live in the wise abod of heart...........!
Ha ha ha nice satire. We all have long nose 🤥 to poke in every affairs. Inborn quality 👌. 5 🌟 ⭐
Hahsha. Inborn traits are never lost. They might appear extinct but once reinforced they'll surface again. Good humour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great satire. nobody make fun of self.