Snake In A Bag Poem by Naveed Akram

I carry a venomous snake in my bag
That hangs over the playing field,
Sorrow entered the district to see me,
Offering food to the mouth that stretched
Its tongue, offending and defending
Inside the field of influence,
Watching internally and waiting
For the surprise that stalked and walked
Fooling the supervisor,
Again and again.

My occupied territory, my occupied territory
Said the same useful degree of help.
My slaves encountered the frost
And the neat icy lanes were harder
And harsher to marry into the dark habits.

I had my snake as a charming creature,
The serpent of venoms and poisons alike,
Slaying the victim with ferocious fangs
That it liked, forever in its glare and tear,
Full was the serpent over our cadavers
In sight.