When A Mosquito Stings! Poem by Raghurama Raju

When I'm reading a Neruda's poem
A mosquito flies around my bare legs!
I slump on the floor and look under the couch
It shows up for a brief second but disappears fast!
Oh, the bloody insect is quite intelligent, you know!
Now, I bring an electric bat to smash the stinger
But, suddenly I change my mind to be kind
and begin to pen a poem instead!
Never hate or punish mosquitoes please
They don't always suck your blood and cause malaria
They may, at times, initiate poetry!