Life So Precise - 01 Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

This evening I was born,
In a dirty drain
of a cosmopolitan city
where glamour and glory
never ever
loved to be together!

In the dark of the night
I was reared
to a small, weird
a creature with wings
and a trunk that
never ever
learnt to seek but suck blood.

In the brightness of the next morn
I had but flown
over fences of the town
to hide under the shades
awaiting the setting Sun
and my love who had
never ever
met me yet, but
I had to date and mate.

At the dead of the night
I rushed there to fight
for a drink before the light
and then with all might
I laid my eggs tight
upon the dirty bed of swamp
where once I was born and brought up
for we the mosquitoes of thy world
never ever
quit our ways of the life.
Although we never attend
the churches, mosques nor temples! ! !

Life for us is
so short and so precise,
yet we love to live
and fly up and high,
rush near and far till
our clan has much to do-
all we do is to live
every minute we have,
before we die.
But unlike you,
never die every moment
we live.