Mosquitoes

National Park Service and EarthCam

“They smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was” — Great Gatsby

Flags wave high
There mosquitos live
Dreams are made
While others die
Life taken; nothing given
The mosquitoes fly

Buzzing past
Searching for success
Hunting for
happiness
which is found reflected, lone
in the blood of those

Who stand to
smack the mosquitoes
right out of
the air, the
life taken; nothing given
The nuisance is gone

Yet, a life
is forever past,
their labor
paved with
pungent paths that bear the fate
of mosquitoes dead.

A series of Shadormas

Thanks to Preeth Vijay

Kunal Duggal for Poetry in Form.