Curse

Raised his elongated neck, Constricted the captive ruthlessly, Tussled with everyone who attacked him. He was the king, the uncrowned king- Trembled the foes with his pierced rage, Sparked in his suspicious glance. Injected the virulent vengeance, Through his fang of sceptre. The legless king lived in a cave, Curled his body in silence, fed up with dust Because of the vulpine trick of his ancestor Coaxed and deceived the first virgin of the earth To erode the forbidden fruit. His generation is still bearing this curse, By crawling in mud and breathing the dust. Many a time his luck was ended in vain To get rid of from those parasites of curse By shedding his skin rubbing on the rocks To get the salvation from his curse. But still lives in mud and pit As the king of serpents-The king cobra.