An Indian Charmer And His Cobras Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

An Indian Charmer And His Cobras



The tragedian will not stand before to see
When one sees the Indian charmer
Playing the wooden been
And the deadly and fatal reptiles
Dancing, dancing and swaying
To the tunes of,
Melodies haunting,
The brown, grey, whitish and blackly cobras.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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