My Nocturnal Visitor

A poke in my dream,a prick in my arm,
Awake I am ,wincing in pain!
Sleep evades ,though I hope to dream..
Keep my self vigil, though dull.
Hence again I feel that prick,
Mincing pain ,I bend to peek.
Pin prick shrouds my naked skin,
Skin so smooth ,sprouts some bumps.
In vain I seek that noxious source,
Bane to one is this miniscule `creep'!
By joining hands,as if in prayers,
High above my swooning head.
I yearn to trap my nocturnal pest,
My vampire visitor ,for my blood!
Ne`er can I get him, scot free,
For he knows it when I span my trap.
Soaring high he flies away...
I resort to get my long lost sleep,
My Mosquito friend ,exults in joy...
Down he flies to sing his song,
Crooning in to my open ears-
"Live and Let Live ,my sleepy Friend"!!!