To The Mosquito

After the amber sunset,

Rises the modern Dracula,

Which sucks the blood in its innocent way,

Leaving me helpless.

 

It sings,

In the vicinity of my ear,

With its fast flowing rhyme.

 

I’ve already donated the blood,

And still, it sings.

Where’s the humanity,

Does it think I’m deaf?

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.