The king cobra stood
With an open hood
Half a meter apart
On my wild lonely path
Like a big question mark.
He posed a dangerous threat
To my unstained blood
As his venomous fangs
Could unleash great harm.
I felt the snake threaten
My earthly existence
With his blood -curdling hiss
That my ears shall never miss.
The snake then slithered into a bush
Rooted on the ground I stood
A close brush with death
Now queries my life and its quests.
Very Beautiful poem with indepth meaning.... King Cobra can be taken as the thoughts or the fear which one feels, or when one have a close encounter with death. A close brush with death Now queries my life and my quest.....Thanks for this wonderful write. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can visualize the image of a cobra with open hood... the very thoughts send tremors down my spine! If it hisses, it is even more terrible! A poem of vivid portrayal!