Snakes! Snakes! Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Though it was a nightmare, yet very close to reality,
It is too hard to decide,
Make difference what the world was,
Where I was placed.

A patch was no more than an acre but full of snakes,
They sit coiled very close to one another,
Those which crawled, crawled with slow move.
They were of many colours, form and shapes;
Some were gold shining and some dark green,
Some were glassy transparent,
Trailed their bodies behind their thick necks,
Lashed flexibly if made of ploythene.

I had hardly a spot to place my feet,
At each step I was stung with deadly fangs,
At the bitten spots I felt the trouble as someone,
Placed the burning coals;
And in the veins my blood ran,
As boiled water runs in the tubes.

At last a big black serpent bit the spot at my chest
Where my heart pulsates underneath;
I fell back upon the creeping reptiles,
And they covered my body from all sides around.
As I wriggled to come out of their grip,
I awoke with a sense of pain.

Though the nightmare was fleeting yet it left behind,
An effect of permanence.
Now when I sit alone with lose thoughts,
And relaxed mind,
I feel the same titillating moves on my body,
I can not decide where these reptiles creep,
On my body or in my soul, but snakes impart me pain.