Highly venomous serpents
Here, there and everywhere in the society
in broods and broods of huge numbers
Living in the darkened hidings of the underworld
The most innocent appearance
and perfect nature,
they bring to reflection
blinding us to the sight of the truth
The coil made of their abnormally phosphorous body
measuring a great length
In the midst, there is the shimmering face
gleaming with luminous, beady eyes,
half closed in trance of meditation,
the meditation of stalking
An intensely poisonous snare their coil is
The prey gets drilled by their fangs
Yet noticeable to none of us
is the torturing trap in that coil of harmless beauty
At the face of anger with a shrill sizzle
they would make a noose of themselves
around your neck and wring it
until vomit comes out of your mouth,
until your eyes lunge into the last sleep
These phantom serpents
with their hungry, thirsty stomach
which never gets satisfied
though huge quantities of food
slip into their cord like body
Still flickering their forked tongue
wanting more and more
Deft tricksters for hoodwinking
Totally apt to the instant
as if in a fancy dress parade
Year by year sloughing their skin
discarding the old one
So the identification getting crumpled
Their incurable sting, if hurts you
befalls the dreadful birth of another serpent
Or, otherwise, death will catch you
May be the serpent is the closest of yours
You will never perceive the one
till the havoc tumbles on you,
having been stung by the very serpent
So, beware of serpents!
