Snake-sphere – As I Like It

All world’s their (snakes) stage,
And all men and women merely intruders:
They (snakes) have their exists and their entrances;
And one snake in his time bites many parts,
His acts being seven seasons.At first the pre-monsoon,
Lurking and jerking in earth’s warmth.
And then comes monsoon, with showers
And shinning morning skin, creeping like snake
Willing to go anywhere. And then the October,
Burning like furnace with a woeful heat
Made to his distress grow. Then a Winter,
Full of strange noises and creatures on ground,
Sudden and quick in rattle,
Seeking the shelter and restitution
Even in the ant house. And then the winter rains,
With fair white snake skin that looks fine,
With tongue rolling out for formal cut,
Full of venomous instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth season shifts 
Into dry and scorching summer noon,
With shady trees providing some relief,
His youthful hang, well saved, a world too wide
For his rapid churns; and his big tail in soil,
Turning again toward under the ground
And hiss in his sound. Last season of all,
That ends this dreadful journey,
Is the fire fall in month of May,
Without men, without insects, without rats, inside the womb of mother earth.


Author: anilkshatriyablog

I work as Assistant Professor in the area of Accounting at IMT Nagpur. I love teaching, writing and cycling. I follow a simple principle, 'Help ever, hurt never'.

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