The Mosquito by Krithik

Did you see it too, that stringed swatter, electric sparks slicing the air

Not limited to morning nor night, at constant duress from malice

Bulging eyes, attracted to the unfortunate color of blood

All red, everything around it based with evil intent?

What crime has it committed, other than simply existing

Those hefty black eyes, reflecting nothing but innocence

Incapable of words, just fluttering its wings, mindlessly flying through openings

Wings of soft music, like cutting into a fluffy layer of cake,

A slice devoted to happiness not aimed toward the mygga’s annihilation?

Did you see it, next to your nightstand

A mere spec traversing through your room, its wings

Like a thin sheet of A4 paper, crumpling at one’s touch?

Did you feel it, in your soul, how this reflects something larger?

And have you figured out why we harm in fear of being harmed ourselves?

And now, will you manipulate your conscience? 

*Mygga – Swedish word for mosquito