Sinecure

A mosquito on my hand! I smiled at her She evaded my eyes and dug deep into my skin ‘zrrrrrrrrrr’! Sipped my blood without fear Again I smiled; rather I did grin This time she looked with dozy eyes at me Laughed aloud and tried to take off, Stumbled a bit and fumbled her way to the Nearby chair and managed to cough She looked around as if she is unable To see anything and moved precariously Towards the cabinet at the corner wall Looked at the files and left my room lazily Few weeks later, during my evening stroll Along the side of a drainage channel I found that mosquito and called her “I haven’t seen you for too long! Gone where?” She looked aghast at me and after a long brood Said, “By our mosquito-king’s decree I never dared to come to your sinecure The order said; never touch a Govt. servant’s blood”