The serpent was in front of me,
But a real king Cobra, so slim,
Sparkling with bluish tint,
Scales glittered with no attempts,
The eyes, piecing as the arrows,
Lifted the head for a foot, narrow,
Tail holds the ground in anger,
Shaking tongue protruded in despair,
The orange mouth opened wider,
The hissing whistle sounds higher,
My trembling hand took the hand phone,
Called the City Hall for assistance,
They told me to ‘snake sit' for a while,
If run away, inform them at once,
I looked at the snake,
The snake looked at me,
My tied dogs looked at us,
They were angry with me,
For I prevented them,
From doing their duty,
I told the snake,
"If I let you go, you will be caught,
Someone may finish you,
Go with our officers,
They will leave you in the jungle,
And you can live happily"
As if it heard what I said,
The snake put down the head,
My dogs and the serpent were quiet,
That moment was so unique,
I stood just ten feet away,
when it was taken away.
Nice documentation of thought communication. Detailings are excellent.
A very scary encounter indeed! I like the words describing the Cobra, well written. Thankfully we don't come across snakes where I live, just some nasty dogs now and then! A good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very gripping account of an extremely frightening moment. You were quite bold in such encounter. Happy things turned out well, and that, neither, you nor your dogs suffered harmed. Enjoyed reading this piece.