The dengue again


The rain is long gone.
The dengue larvae too has matured.
Ready for its maiden journey,
To suck the blood from one and all,
And kindly deliver us a virus in return.


The sun is blazing,
The soil is parched,
The noise is deafening
With the whir of the AC’s
and the roar of the fans.


With not enough shade,
People throng to the trees,
The aroma of the guava, jackfruit and mango,
Hits the nostrils, taking us to seventh heaven,
The birds and the gentle wind lulls us.


Each season has its charm,
Time will fly,
Life still carries on,
And the dengue mosquito will
become worrisome with no water to lay its eggs…

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

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