A Thirsty Snake Poem by V P Mahur

The hot burning sun
Raining fire on the jungle
Everything looked burning
But a thirsty snake
Wished to come out of
Its deep hole
Peeped out to look around
No creature was seen
No life to be found

Decides to make a try
Stretch out its body
A long black rope began to crawl
Out of its hole
As if a prisoner on parole
Cautiously and slowly
Taking every move
Like a lone soldier
Into the enemy's groove

Found a trough under a large thick tree
Felt glad
But its experience said
How it can be there
In such a burning glare
But the urgent urge for water
Dumped the thought in gutter

Stretched its mouth into the through
And quenched all through
Felt deep relief
Looked up to turn back
To its underground rack
But what is this!
It was covered with a net
Which like a crashed jet
Fell from the tree
Now it was not free

Looked up and down
Saw some men climbing down
Oh! These wretches!
Don't they ever feel hot and thirsty
I was right it was a trick
Would that!
I had listened to my senses
But it was too late
And it left itself in a dark suffocated sack
To it fate