They too are men,
Ethnic and aboriginal,
The worshippers of Goddess Manasa
And the Naga-Devata,
They too have a life
Human and earthly
As we are.
But they dare to catch the cobras,
Deadly cobras,
Blackly, whitish, brownish
And they playing the been
And the cobras swaying
And dancing to the tune
Of the snake-charmers.
They playing the been
And the cobras saying tot he melodious tune
Of the haunting music,
Hooded and hissing,
Magical and mythical and mystical,
Swaying and dancing
To the tune of the snake-charmers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem