Mosquitos talk to me now
In different tunes
Some like drones
Some like thorns
Mosquitos talk to me now
They want blood
They know how to get
Risking life for it
Mosquitos talk to me now
What a sharp focus
Like sunrays and lens
Burning a dot, intense
Mosquitos talk to me now
No politics or intolerance
No religion or inheritance
No sedition, no nonsense
Mosquitos talk to me now
They take what they want
Thankless they fly away
While your reflex shy away
Mosquitos talk to me now
When I am deep asleep
Even like a forlorn sheep
They suck blood from deep
Mosquitos talk to me now
At times I feel it is better
To have a dialogue with
Mosquitos than with men
Women, children and hen
For all of them beguile
With words and deeds
Mosquitos do not ask
For cheque-book
Bank balance
Party affiliations
Love quotient
Intelligence
They do not ask for
Certificates
They don’t reduce one
A tightrope walker
Between one and thirty one
Mosquitos just take blood
A little bit for their existence
It is up to you to let them or deny
Because they talk things simple
Make things simple
Until you find a dried stain
On your bed linen; a life
Wasted for a living.
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