Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Periodical Change. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
In childhood snake charmers were there
We ran behind them, door to door
To see the snakes, the hooded ones
Myths were many, realities few
In fact a days earning their own survival
A small frog they served the snake
The hooded ones looked nice
Not knowing they are so venomous
Myths were there their teeth is pulled out
And not at all venomous, children thought
Years passed, snake charmers are not their
Activists against their exhibitions
Their existence in danger that we knew
Now it is the time of snake catchers
Where they are caught in live and shown
Snakes are not at all fearful they says.
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