King cobra has its own stature.
His loaded fangs can kill some elephants;
His raised hood quite high from the ground
Tells who should be the king of all poisonous reptiles.
Who wants him to be dwarfed?
Who wants his hood to be down?
Who wants his fangs to go blank and blunt?
Then they want a king cobra lose his crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem