This evening I was born,
In a dirty drain
of a cosmopolitan city
where glamour and glory
never ever
loved to be together!
In the dark of the night
I was reared
to a small, weird
a creature with wings
and a trunk that
never ever
learnt to seek but suck blood.
In the brightness of the next morn
I had but flown
over fences of the town
to hide under the shades
awaiting the setting Sun
and my love who had
never ever
met me yet, but
I had to date and mate.
At the dead of the night
I rushed there to fight
for a drink before the light
and then with all might
I laid my eggs tight
upon the dirty bed of swamp
where once I was born and brought up
for we the mosquitoes of thy world
never ever
quit our ways of the life.
Although we never attend
the churches, mosques nor temples! ! !
Life for us is
so short and so precise,
yet we love to live
and fly up and high,
rush near and far till
our clan has much to do-
all we do is to live
every minute we have,
before we die.
But unlike you,
never die every moment
we live.
The way you have described the mosquito from its birth to death is so very arresting! Through out the poem you are able to maintain a kind of eerie beauty around the short life span of this tiny fly! The poem concludes with a jolting end....'but unlike you/ never die every moment/ we live'....Top marks
Thank you revered Madam for the beautiful remarks rendered, thanks for the insightful and highly inspiring words. Subhas
but unlike you, never die every moment we live. still to learn from a minute dirty creature well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic expression has been made on mosquito from its birth to death. The inscription of its work and life style is stunning. Its life span is too short as it may be cited...... Life for us is so short and so precise, yet we love to live and fly up and high, A beautiful poem amazingly shared.10
Thanks my revered Sir for the gracious visit and these great words of encouragement.