VIPINS PUTHOORAN - Curse

Raised his elongated neck,
Constricted the captive ruthlessly,
Tussled with everyone who attacked him.
He was the king, the uncrowned king-
Trembled the foes with his pierced rage,
Sparked in his suspicious glance.
Injected the virulent vengeance,
Through his fang of sceptre.
The legless king lived in a cave,
Curled his body in silence, fed up with dust
Because of the vulpine trick of his ancestor
Coaxed and deceived the first virgin of the earth
To erode the forbidden fruit.
His generation is still bearing this curse,
By crawling in mud and breathing the dust.
Many a time his luck was ended in vain
To get rid of from those parasites of curse
By shedding his skin rubbing on the rocks
To get the salvation from his curse.
But still lives in mud and pit
As the king of serpents-The king cobra.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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