A roach

A black little thing running fast on the floor

has a long mustache and a very thick skin

hiding itself under a carpet or behind the door 

Considering itself a member of our kin

I used to hate the roach as if it's my enemy

Once I see it I immediately leave the room

I can't stay at a place where only the roach and me

I only wish then to escape with a broom

In order to make sure that it will never follow me

They told me that when I was young it was my dear

I played with it as a best friend

But I think now every thing is clear

Due to every tear because of it I shed

Although it's disgusting, we are in the same path

Once it touch me, I immediately clean myself

Once I touch it, it immediately go for bath

The roach fear me and I fear the roach itself

but factually both of us in a case of wrath