Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The Snake that Went Unscathed




           

           









                                                                               
                                       


                                                                       (  I  )

               
                         From yonder rain-filled chink in the compound wall

                         A long head peeped straight with dark glistening eyes

                         Her long lithe body’s dark-stripes half-hid and half-seen

                         Her sharp tongue like lightning darted now and then

                         Her language went above our human minds –too vague

                         Like foolish chaps with anxious faces we watched

                         Waiting for her to come out of her shelter dark

                         Some came with long sticks to teach her a lesson

                         For entering the place transgressing her bounds ; 
 
                         Some came with folded hands to show their devotion

                         Some stood at cautious distance watching the show

                         Some mumbled prayers to gratify the serpent-goddess;

                         Some dwelt on events past with dramatic gestures

                         About vengeful snakes with magical powers;

                         Some spoke of her huge length by stretching hands;

                         Some heard her hissing sound with dangerous portents

                         Some ran for the priest to exorcise the evil creature

                         Some suggested a snake-catcher’s support;

                         Some cursed the state for lack of civic concern.


                                                   ( I  I  )

                        Securely coiled herself in a dark crevice

                        The snake found herself in a tight corner

                         Facing a critical life-and –death crisis;

                         Not finding a place in concrete jungle

                         Driven from post to pillar, this place she found

                         But now to save her own dear life from crushing sticks

                         She strove with all her might and speed 

                         Uncoiled her length and slipped at once in dark

                         Like a thief with a sense of guilty hush

                         Into a gutter as people chattered in vain;

                         One lady squeaked – “Snake,snake! Behold there went

                         Oh, not a cobra with a dark mark on its hood

                         Non-poisonous type—perhaps a water-snake;

                         Her dark brown stripes removed our seething poison

                         The snake went soon unscathed in slithering curves

                         Far from the madding crowd with notions strange

                         Thanking her stars for not being beaten to death


                       Or worse for not being adored by men

                     For not being killed with blind devotion.

                         
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                    22nd August, 2018                                          Somaseshu Gutala





                      

                                               

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