Hearing some strange noises
Whispers, voices…
Turning into a dirty roach
Nocturnal creature from the gutter
Swiftly crawling with its dagger tentacles
Creeping up my scaly dry skin
Parched, thirsty devoid of passions
Making way from legs to hands
Looks straight into stony eyes
Refusing to budge, it stands its ground
Regal maroonish, emperor of obscurity
Companion of the dark, leaping up to me
Making a hissing sound, secreting a strange odor
Disclosing a wisdom of the ancients
Not ready to back down, resilient
Stubborn master, wriggling smoothly on flesh
Slithering cold under my blouse
Perhaps it needs some warmth too
-Tanya Shukla
True cockroach also need a warmth upto some extent.No matter how much hated.its unwanted secret guest of our homes.