The Fly - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The fly flies to and fro,
He never maintains any row,
He sits on the food
And never thinks good.
Being a dirty insect,
He spreads harmful germs
Destroying all the charms,
People neglect him and drive him away in anger,
But he always comes back in hunger.
We may be annoyed with him,
But everybody knows he has the tenacity to fly
And for this I love this sly.
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