When The Big Krait Fell Down In The Room At Dumka Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When the big Krait fell down in the room,
Coal tar black and glazy enough
The snake was,
Black and beautiful
Mixing with the dark dead night,
My mother and brother sleeping on the floor,
but awoke she
As if held by the memory of the dead father
Or some sleeplessness
All of a sudden to see a deadly Krait
Crawling and licking at the corner of the titled house.

A Ghorkrait, an old and big Krait was it,
A snake so black and beautiful,
But deadly and fatal,
I still remember the night
And shudder at remembering it,
The night of the Krait.