The Mosquito Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Mosquito
The mosquito,
Whose creation is this,
Who made it
And for what,
The mosquito
With the flying legs
Landing,
Buzzing around,
Disturbing men in sleep,
Stinging, taking out blood,
A figure satanic,
A devil so devilish in its plan,
An abominable creature
Tiny, but dangerous,
Looking bizarre and grotesque,
Certainly would be
A creation of the devil,
A satan as its creator?
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