Proud to be
A murderer!!
Yes I am,
Proud I am,
She was murdered.
Loudly humming, by me she passes
Irritating and annoying
I caught a glimpse
She was obese,
A stripped coat covered her back
A malicious look on her face
As if forgetting,
Back she turned to me.
What does she want?
She holds a syringe and needle
Huh?
"In exchange for death,
A drop I need"
No way!!
Away she's whisked
Off she goes into thin air
A while later, her hum,
So unforgettable, is nearing
I await her approach,
But in thin air, No more hum
May be change of direction,
May be change of song,
In sudden,
A jab!! On my arm
A slap on the arm,
I glimpse,
Anopheles, her syringe and needle,
Taking off.
Not far off she sits catching breath
Angry I am.
Vengeful I become
Nuclear destroyer in arms
Creeping to her
A single dash of spray,
On the ground she lays,
The mosquito is dead
I am proud!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at 5:20:00 AM GMT+3
An interesting read. Nice ending, you know, the part where you reveal 'her' as a mosquito and when she dies.
But it was more of a story than a poem. I liked it nevertheless.