MOSQUITO- -'MAGIC'... A ROSEATE SONNET
The Mosquito smug in its Menace, salutes its human counter-part
For, only with his connivance, it could get a glorious head-start.
Eternally grateful to the gumptious guy for having made 'its' day,
Prays for his fortune as he makes for himself more and more hay!
Puzzling the Pundit why the Mosquito goes one-up every time? -
Why scratch a leg knowing Mr.Hyde's love for the dazzling dime!
The potion by one, potable, is 'unmade' by another by adulteration- -
Leaving his own suffering sibling twiddle thumbs in consternation..
Meanwhile, the breeding ground shifts from back to front-yard
Unabashedly- FAIT-ACCOMPLI in having nosy reportage barred!
Round goes the human world- only the Mosquito knows much better-
Overtly, the Corrupt Man, mendacious, defies the reasoning of the Letter:
SHAME or SIN- nary any skin of his back for everyone else is suppliant,
Echoing piously his hackneyed platitudes, like lackeys remain mendicant...
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (C.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. SEPT.2015
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I would like to translate this poem