Untitled – Souradeep Roy


These mosquitoes twirl around

hunting in a pair of two.

Short of blood, I move away.

It’s amazing how they’d follow.

Never let me go. Never.

(What a companion, albeit a blood-sucking one,

we humans have, to evade loneliness!)


Too bad only the primitive desires,

which feeds on a solitary erection,

comes to my defense.


I slap my tiny little friend.

It twitches.


I hope it’s alive.

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