Snakes in the backyards
Makes a lot of problem
Snakes continues the journeys
Preferring human habitat
Dwelling houses they intrudes
Kitchen place they crawls
Fearful sounds of vipers
Fearful sounds of cobras
The scaled ones, hooded ones
Huffy ones and huffs in homes
Where to find a snake catcher
Everyone in fear syndromes
The winter period snakes comes
The summer time snakes runs
The rainy season they enjoys
But poor humans in fear of them
When I asked in polite words
A gentle species the giant snake
Erecting its hood silently told
Where to go and hide we ask
The hills and rocks are inhabited
The paddy fields are reclaimed
The mountains ever you cleared of trees
We poor creatures are trying for life
Save us we are poor snakes
Always attacks when the wits end.
Very nice poem, but to me it seems serious. I can't find the humor in it. Maybe my brain just isn't alert today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the natural habitats of snakes like woods, hills and rocks are being cleared, levelled and destroyed on a daily basis, the snakes have no place to go. So they come closer to human habitats! They are scary especially the cobras and the vipers! A great poem..... Enjoyed!