The Whispers Of A Cobra. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The cobras wonderful venomous snake
Always fear by the humans everywhere
The proud and might of the hood
The spectacle emblem it carries
Speedy running habits and venomous bite
Ever it was carrying stories in human mind.

A cobra with spectacle marks and hood
Whispers in self defense mood
Why the creator made me like this
Carrying the most toxic venom to bite

Otherwise I am always proud looking
My hood when raised in such might
My golden, black or mild colors
Made me to look in such pretty ways
But unfortunate I am feared by all
As well as I fear them all
Always hounded hearing my whiff
The heavy blow they gives me the death.

An unnatural death always my destiny
The cruel treatment always I meted out
No one is there to hear my whimper
A simple whim of mine to crawl a distance
May be a time for such a heavy blow from man
They sees me as dauntless and venomous
Fit for death penalty they serves me.

Hear my plight and judge me in my favor
Where you can do something better to me
And to give me some hope of survival here
Otherwise we will be perished for ever.