The Mosquito

In the crimson dawn, a tale unfurls, A scorching day, the heat unfurls, Lost in a haze, my mind unfurls, A journey from haven to infernal swirls. Amidst this chaos, a mosquito takes flight, Brandishing a bagpipe with all its might, "Ma nagan dance nachna," it cries with delight, A whimsical tune, dancing in the twilight. As it pierces my skin, a crimson stream, Blood freely flows, in trust's realm it gleams, The mosquito soars, in a whimsical dream, Over countless worlds, where wonders teem. In each verse, a story intertwined, Of a day's confusion, where thoughts unwound, Of heat's fiery grip, with no respite found, Of a mosquito's dance, with melodies profound. From haven to hell, the journey unveils, A symphony of moments, where the soul prevails, Through confusion and heat, the spirit sails, In a mosquito's flight, imagination exhales. So let us embrace these tales surreal, The ebb and flow of emotions we feel, For in the dance of life, they truly reveal, The beauty of moments, both raw and ideal.