Question Of Survival Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Twitching legs, in pain
pleading eyes, I watch
gasping like, for breath
I, sort of, hear faintly

Dying mosquito, I gaze at
through closed eyelids
Fingers responsible, trembling
being villain and ashamed

While body remained silent
victim at feet, still alive
I sigh, "You've your right to feed
and I have mine to reactpain"

Sounds like asking back
"Still, why should you kill me?
merely for an unintended pain
of what I am made, not chosen"

True enough, I feel
If all souls intend to slay me
for pains I may inflict, unavoidably
and inadvertently, would I survive?