Snakes, everywhere they clever
To hide in the rotten leaves
In corners of homes, and disappear
And reappear sometimes after a while
Tracing its own preys in dustbins
In premises of my home here always
Snakes somewhat struggles for existence
Their life threatened everywhere
The hideouts are endangered
The space they are denied altogether
Suspicion of snake bites we have
The end result is their own death
Wonderful talent to swim and disappear
The snakes otherwise beautiful ones
In the sense every thing is beautiful
The creation of nature never to question
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I am in complete agreement with you on your views in this beautiful poem, the creations of nature of nature must never be questioned. They are all here for a reason. Thanks for sharing