Curse Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Curse
Raised his elongated neck,
Constricted the captive ruthlessly,
Tussled with everyone who attacked him.
He was the king, the uncrowned king-
Trembled the foes with his pierced rage,
Sparked in his suspicious glance.
Injected the virulent vengeance,
Through his fang of sceptre.
The legless king lived in a cave,
Curled his body in silence, fed up with dust
Because of the vulpine trick of his ancestor
Coaxed and deceived the first virgin of the earth
To erode the forbidden fruit.
His generation is still bearing this curse,
By crawling in mud and breathing the dust.
Many a time his luck was ended in vain
To get rid of from those parasites of curse
By shedding his skin rubbing on the rocks
To get the salvation from his curse.
But still lives in mud and pit
As the king of serpents-The king cobra.
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You always present an interesting tale within your poetry, and for this, I thank you. Wonderfully narrated.
The description of the legless king living in a cave, destined to crawl is indeed frightening....! (I am terribly afraid of snakes and the very thought of King cobra sends shudders through my nerves!) Vipins, you have beautifully given a mythical connotation to it!
Very beautifully prescribed your sentiments and feelings thank for sharing with me
Profound sentiments about lowly being cursed! Thanks for sharing.
Brilliantly told, original and interesting write...well done -SG
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Narration of the beast that live never less than supreme ruler... fight and bite made the commoner understand the truth about surviving as a king. Human or beast; our nature almost alike! ! ! ! Excellent poem and keep writing! ! ! !