Once a rope and a snake lying side by side. Gossiping.
Rope told, ‘It's a matter of great regret, none afraid of me.
How horrible you are! you have a hood and fangs; venomous.
All honour you.''
Snake smilingly made a comment, " Listen, gesticulation is all.
Rather I'm afraid of everybody, now and then, could not go out of hole
Common men hate me. Rather you are lucky, have neither hood nor fang
yet man sometimes hallucinate you snake at dim light or in dark..
Never you have to face fear of death,
Your best opportunity playing role as halter.
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