Night Of The Scorpion By Nissim Ezekiel (Comments In Prose) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Night of The Scorpion an Indian poem about an Indian scene, context and reference full of Indian crowds and vilalgerly neighbours, all and sundry.
The poet's mother stung by a scorpion lying unconscious, writhing in pain, twisting and twisting at the centre.
The dragon after having bitten, stung fled from the site of action, perhaps lying hidden somewhere for a possible backlash under a knapsack of jute driven to after hours of steady brain and it seeking shelter in.
The villagers coming in swarms or droves with the oily lanterns into their hands and the shadows cast around while coming and going lying talking about and submissive and prayerful.
Nissim seeing all that, he standing silent while his father applying the rationalist approach with the priests and herbalists already at work, trying to tame the poison through mantric effect or incantation, the herbalists trying to put on herbal pastes while his father paraffin oil with a match stick lit and put to blaze.
The mother at the centre of the spectacle, tamasha with all happening thereon, trying to cope with pain, struggling to come out of the bout with pain and suffering.
And the crowds, Indian crowds, a motley of the crowds discussing it, discussing in terms of karma and dharma, birth and re-birth, sin and previous sin and the expiation needed for it to balance the bad with the good.
But Nissim failing to take in the myths of Bihula-Lakhinder, Manasha-Shitala, Naga Devata, aboriginal and Aryan, what do the Indians do on the eve of the Naga-panchami.