The Lizard

I want the lizard to go down
Into the whirlwind of the water closet:
It is my enemy number one
Who never leaves me alone
To sit peacefully
When I need it most.
That slimy little creature
Makes my world topsy turvy
At the onset of the day.
I flush with all my might
To send it down,
From where it invariably comes up
Every morning.
I fail to make it disappear forever.
I come out of my known space
And, vow never to go back there.
But every morning it is the same story...

This is a poem by a dear friend Anindita - she doesnt write much but i like whatever she writes