Night of The Scorpion an Indian poem about an Indian scene, context and reference full of Indian crowds and vilalgerly neighbours, all and sundry.
The poet's mother stung by a scorpion lying unconscious, writhing in pain, twisting and twisting at the centre.
The dragon after having bitten, stung fled from the site of action, perhaps lying hidden somewhere for a possible backlash under a knapsack of jute driven to after hours of steady brain and it seeking shelter in.
The villagers coming in swarms or droves with the oily lanterns into their hands and the shadows cast around while coming and going lying talking about and submissive and prayerful.
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