The White Cobra
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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I saw the white cobra
Sitting coiled
With the hood held aloft
And with the tongue
And it improvising itself
To attack
And watching
The whote cobra
With the indelible mark
On the hood
And the vision
So hallucinatory and illusory
Taking over
And frightening
And we feeling it giordled
By horror, terror, awe and suspense
To think of the cobra,
The deadly and fatal cobra
Looking threaded and woven-bodied
Like the rope
Hanging.
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