From where it comes, God only knows.
Like a war-plane in land of foes
It spins.swirls, swishes and then swoops
On a hapless man who shouts 'oops! '
Quenches blood-thirst and then takes off
Now to attack his better-half!
Creams and oils smeared on body
Smoking coils with fumes gaudy
Sonic gadgets and pungent sprays-
Nothing can stop it from its ways.
Axe so sharp and powerful bomb
It will escape with much aplomb.
Bow and arrow, spear and hand gun
Can't stop mosquito having fun.
The poem speaks about the mosquitoes infested situation..nicely done, but the TN government does not keep the cleanliness of the state capital as it is required..the size of the mosquitoes are very big in this part of the world.. Thank you for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nayarajan this is perfect poetry, keep up the good writing