A sound buzzed around my ear,
I turned around, it was a mosquito.
It swayed in the air like a delighted millionaire,
hallucinated? or a life free of fear?
Jealous of vexatious flight, I frowned at it,
reassuring myself, its not envy but the disease.
The twirl in the form of cursive record ,
passing a message? acting blithe, I ignored.
It took off, sat on the roof,
dived to prick, landing on my foot.
My territory? I smacked, missed by a mile,
hurting more than a foot, defeated I smile.
The flight culminated, it sat on the wall,
out of whim, I snapped it hard.
The force of revenge, fostered the brawn,
A thumping sound, the cadaver fall.
On the wall, there lies a red blot,
A symbol of chagrin,left to clot,
reminds me of the bruised conceit ,
I wonder, who designed this didactic plot?
–Rohit

