As I walk upon this Earthly soil,
I begin to think about the snake that coils,
Underneath the tree's shade I see,
Its eyes full of glee,
As it sees the coming prey,
Which to the snake is a stray,
Vulnerable and weak, too gentle to stay.
Little does it know that the prey can see,
The deadly eyes of the beastly adversary
And yet I simply walked past the tree.
The snake held back, for reasons arbitrary
Or was it just all imaginary?
Wow! Nice poem. Sigmund Freud has said that dreaming and visioning snakes is manifestation of sexual desire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, 'Whispers', It is ALL imaginary; think of THAT. I recommend my poem Manu And The Snake. Welcome to PH, 'New Poet'. bri : )