Mosquitoes in trouble

a poem by R.A.Jacob 

Mosquitoes in trouble,

There is threat to their lives,

Blood of human's

Has turned out to be wild.

They are human in form,

They are in human in deeds,

They have turned out to be animals,

Too wild to feed,

Mosquitoes are in trouble,

Least they to may imbibe,

The vice of society,

 Which are too wild.

  

They fear communalism,

May break their back,

Insect repellent and DDT,

They can simply sack.

Blood has turned out to be precious,

Too precious to be found,

Mostly in humans now demons abound,

Mostly in humans now demons abound.