A Cobra in a Nest

 

There slithered the unchaperoned cobra,

Swirling its every muscle of joy,

And relishing every breath of his utopia,

The surges quite visible to the isle of Troy!

 

Moonlight struck back,

From the white tears of austerity,

Glistening on his rich brown scales,

Witnessing the ever existence of liberty!

 

Seemed the forest a little too high,

Hence he grabbed low to the soil,

Ayee! How the damp fondled his thigh!

 

Thwack! Did the veracity of the master hawk,

Thrive to let his beak jab the marble scale,

Wrapping the sheer body,

And ever into the bloody eyes of the nightingale!

 

Slaughtering the ever desire of freedom,

Shall the hawk seize the cobra’s sovereignty?

‘This shall educate the snake’, says the hawk,

Yet shall the snake writhe in agony!

           - Krisha Shastri