The Mosquito

This one is a pretty long poem on something I hope all of you would relate to. This is something all of us experience on a daily basis but never gave much thought to it. It is sometimes extremely important for us to notice the little things in life and enjoy them. Happy Reading!

When she first saw it

She thought it was just another bindhi

That she sticks on the wall for easy access

Each at a strategic position to please the society

But when she looked closer she realized 

That it was something more dangerous

More powerful and more vulnerable, all at the same time

She felt pity for the poor creature

Stuck on the wall like cow dung left to dry 

She imagined it sleeping peacefully with its family

Having conversations over dinner about life

But the human in her reminded her of the advertisements where they threatened to take over the human race

In a voice which belonged to the greatest villains of all time

Undoubtedly the human in her slowly picked up the weapon of choice to kill it

Like Ashwathama who killed the sons of Pandavas

She too planned to kill it in its sleep

But these life threatening aliens outsmart humans

Just as she was about to strike

It flew up and above

Whizzed past her eyes

And sat on her nose

Pricking her human ego

She thought of ripping her now impure nose

As she moved around like a samurai with a sword

It flew again

But this time she caught it

The weapon had been stained with the blood of thousands of its family and friends 

And bore the brunt of time

She hit its sides to the wall to make it work

And then the real torture began

It tossed and jumped across the weapon

It's blood burning reminding her of burning flesh

And as soon it had began it ended

The mosquito was finally put to peace

She thought in horror

"Oh how I have sinned by killing this poor thing

What if they become extinct?"

Ah! they will just join the queue to get an Aadhar card at the 'Centre of Extinct Animals'

Right behind the western black rhinoceros

Evil voices wearing black capes surrounded her whispering "dengue" "malaria"

She looked at the back of her leg

Where she had scratched the mosquito bites leaving a beautiful pattern

Now she was agitated

"Let's kill them all" she thought

Like a commando at work

She braced herself, checked her weapon, said a short prayer to God to absolve her of all sins

She went around like a mad woman

Chasing them around and looking for them in every nook and corner

Their cries of horror were like music to her ears

The smell of blood was her symbol of victory

It represented everything she hated 

She named each one of them

The first one to die was her in laws

Then came her nosy neighbor

Then that security guard who ogles at her breasts

Then that 5th grade math teacher who once slapped her

Those corrupt officials in that ruin called 'government office'

Those who rape

Those who kill in the name of God

Exhausted, she sat down

She realized that she couldn't kill them all

Because as she killed one, two popped up to take its place

Both in mosquitoes and in the things she hated