Snake: The Churner Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

I am the root coiled below you
Seems to be asleep but aware
To support you to stand
And grow into a tree of
thousand branches
Holding head high in the sky

In the depth of my of silence
My desire to wake you up
Have surged its thousand heads
Once again

Avail the chance of churning
The sea of your sleeping mind
Let the gods and the demons
Come closer to work together
To bring out whatever hidden
And share equally
The nectar and the poison

I am just a thread of the game
The raiser of the waves
Not a part of the winner
Or looser of the game
Just a means to your end

It is upto to share with love
Or fight to snatch the gain
Fear me or hate me as you like
But I am always at your service
Though you call me a snake.

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