Ledger Of Princes Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Justice waltzes with the hands of princes,
Mosquitoes face bites, time and again,
A cloud of sorrow rests on their foreheads,
As they curl up after each beating.

Under the princes, the mosquito assembly crumbles,
Yet day by day, their numbers grow,
In an older swarm, anger brews,
Dengue and Malaria spread their woe.

With each repeated strike, the mosquitoes' strength rises,
A treasure trove of conspiracies all around,
One day, the king's pride was swallowed by mosquitoes,
And the world spun in silent sound.