Mosquitos Talk to Me Now

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.