Helplessness

Friends, leave us alone in jungles In place of our hideouts In search of us with sticks not to try We are totally helpless on our own destiny Our little hideouts with some rotten leaves Or abandoned burrows or ant hills without ants We try our luck from your own aggression We are victims, not the aggressors For a little frog or a live mouse For quenching thirst or to finding out hideouts In search of a lost friend of our own We try our luck in open places, more in night Alas the beating is harsh, stones are sharp The death is so painful with all agony Know snakes, we are helpless ones on our own.