[This poem is dedicated to the 22 KHz mosquito repellent application and all the mosquitoes trying to make my nights like hell. :) As i got the concept from these situations.]
i call on you,i fall on you
but you insist on your go
it seems,my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i revisit my dream,where you deviate
my only late night show
it seems,my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i hold your hands onto mine
failing to convince u are my bonito
it seems, my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i sing a song of my tears
resounding you,and your flow
it seems, my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i call on you,i fall on you
but you insist on your go
it seems,my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i revisit my dream,where you deviate
my only late night show
it seems,my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i hold your hands onto mine
failing to convince u are my bonito
it seems, my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito
i sing a song of my tears
resounding you,and your flow
it seems, my love is 22 khz
and you are a mosquito