When the birds lose their voices
And go to rest at night,
They sneak in with secret tales
Before the eye of dawn is seen.
The body tosses and turns
In an attempt to avoid their deadly bite
While sleep leaves the eyes
Like lovers parting unwillingly.
These blood thirsty insects
Whose tender mercy is cruelty
Are incidentally accorded undue applaud
As they narrowly escape the snare of their host.
Should my sleep not depart
Should an untidy surrounding be healthy
Should malaria be a blessing
Then you will become my friend
One with whom I will share my home.