Girish Karnad,
The superstitious and mythical belief
Of the commoners and the folks,
The simple village rustics
Exploited you
the belief of
Icchadhari Naga-Nagin,
Self-Willed King Cobra and Cobra Queen,
A she cobra haunting a man
Or the things of the snake charmers
Making the snake smell the herb root,
Playing the wooden been instrument
And the been being played
And the deadly reptiles
Dancing and swaying
To the break of notes,
Haunting and melodious music
Of the East,
Of Asia,
Of the snake-charmers.
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