A poke in my dream, a prick in my arm,
Awake I am, wincing in pain!
Sleep evades, though I hope to dream..
Keep my self vigil, though dull.
Hence again I feel that prick,
Mincing pain, I bend to peek.
Pin prick shrouds my naked skin,
Skin so smooth, sprouts some bumps.
In vain I seek that noxious source,
Bane to one is this minuscule `creep'!
By joining hands, as if in prayers,
High above my swooning head.
I yearn to trap my nocturnal pest,
My vampire visitor, for my blood!
Ne`er can I get him, scot free,
For he knows it when I span my trap.
Soaring high he flies away...
I resort to get my long lost sleep,
My Mosquito friend, exults in joy...
Down he flies to sing his song,
Crooning in to my open ears-
'Live and Let Live, my sleepy Friend'! ! ! !