mosquitoes are very dangerous, especially in summers when they attack with a weapon called dengue fever.
A buzzing voice getting into your head,
Ready to prey on your juice red.
Tiny thin fragile freaks,
From the dark hear them speak.
Come summers, they’re treacherous than ever,
Spreading the word of dengue fever.
If they see any water standing,
They’ll use it as a land for breeding.
Small child vigorously scratches
& gets marks and red rashes.
One-zero-four goes the temperature
And your head bears the pressure.
You sweat like a soft drink bottle,
Lying on the bed of the hospital.
All this pain paid due to a pinch
By an insect of half an inch.
You boldly dare let them loose
So that’s the way you choose.
A choice which you would repent
To the doctor you’ll be sent.