The Snake, We Shudder At To See It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When we see the snake unaware
Or find by chance
Sitting coiled, holed in
Or peeping through,
Crossing the road,
In the green grass,
Something as awe grips us,
Terror strikes us
And we feel it horrible to see
The strange creature,
The bizarre, unwanted guest,
The grotesque fellow to be met by
Even by chance, God forbid
From making it see,
A demon, devil, Satan of some sort
Lo, see you how it keeps darting,
Slipping and slithering,
If the leg, how fatal and deadly
Can it be the bite, the sting,
How lethal and venomous
That it can take life in danger?

Snakes are of different kinds,
Green snakes look like hanging beans,
Those who live in pond waters
Are almost poisonous,
One is frog-eating
Somewhat yellowish
The other is found in mud
Looking somewhat black
But the rat's snake looking so longer
With a small head is but a poisonous snake
But some lethal and deadly,
Hairs stand on taking their names,
Those venomous reptiles
Speckled and freckled, spotted and striped ones.

Cobras, black, grey, white and
Hooded and hissing and spitting,
So full of wrath and anger
Can snatch sleeps away with horror and terror,
Kraits of plateaus most lethal,
Hilly, bushy, rocky terrains,
Sankha-mutis, Domna Chiitis,
Boras, Surechandas
And what to say it more about nightmares,
Some which live on trees and in watery leaves?