Last Updated on 09/08/2024 by wccexam Desk
Two old snakes met on Naag Panchami. They were poets. They fought with each other. One said who is more dangerous these days, human or snake or human snake! Guru, I have written a poem on this! It has become timeless. Listen..you listen… the debate was going on, meanwhile a python lying nearby came and kicked both of them twice. Bastards, you don’t even let us sleep. You are left with only a quarter kilo. You are engaged in the debate between snake and human. What did you do when you were poisoned, now you are old, and on top of that you are poets… if someone hears it, you will be killed for nothing. Both the snakes again started wrestling in front of the python. Then the python wrapped one in its tail. Stuffed the other in its mouth. Hard blow. Knocked one on each side. Then said- Bastards! You pretend to be very literary. You fight over recitation of a composition. Think about literary rules. Fight in closed rooms. Speak ill behind your back. Cut the roots. Hug in public. Humans were not enough that you people have also started hissing about your creations. Anyway, pythons swallow everything, they digest everything by turning it upside down. Recite your creations to us. We will tell you whose poem is powerful, who is the biggest bomb!
Then the first snake gasped, coughed a little, adjusted his glasses and started off.
Listen brother, the title is…
The python then said- Do not call me Shriman Bandhu etc. We are pythons and on top of that we have listeners too. These days, there are very few listeners as per the norms. These days, the respect for listeners is more. So, keep the protocol in mind.
Now the first snake said- Okay, Mr. Chairman, listen, here is the composition…
The man in the sleeve…
Dear snake…
If you are a snake, be a snake.
Either spit out the poison or shed your skin.
Bite or become prey…
This is where your snakehood is respected.
Being a snake in the grass is an insult to the whole species.
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Dear Snake…
You have grown old…
Not forgetting to hiss…
Taking one hundred and a half grams of poison
Not forgetting to threaten…
I will remember the milk of Chhathi..
When a person will show you his poison…
Dear Snake…
Rolling on the ground…
Making a horoscope..
Fill your eyes with talk of revenge..
You are not an actor…
You will be killed in leadership…
Imitation of humans…
Guruji, your job is dangerous.
Dear Snake…
You are useful to the gods…
You become Vishnu’s umbrella…
Your poison is like a medicine for the pain..
You become charitable…
But, the man in the sleeve…
It is more dangerous than the snake in the sleeve…
Humans know everything…
The poor snake is confused…
Dear Snake…
It is better to stay away from people…
Fluttering, hissing, swaying sideways…
He will forget all his galloping moves.
From you, your Mr. Vishdhar wala…
Even the surname will be freed from the clutches.
Hearing this, the python’s eyes filled with tears. He got up and patted the snake on the back. He kissed it twice on the cheeks. He put his tail in the hollow of the tree and took out a chick and sacrificed it to the snake and ate it himself. Then he said with a choking voice. Ustaad! What a thing you have said.
From you, your Mr. Vishdhar wala…
Even the surname will be freed from the clutches…wow, wow…wow, wa…!!
There is nothing left to be said or heard. The poem speaks for itself. It explains everything. The poet is definitely old but his poem has a sharp edge, it contains concern for the community… You have the ability to be the national poet of the snake species… Jai Ho. You are successful. Saying this, the python again put its tail in the hollow of the tree and took out a chick and after sacrificing the snake, swallowed it. It burped. Then turning its face towards the other snake said. Yes, now you tell… let us see how much power your poem has. The other snake rolled a little, spread a little. Moved back a little. Then took a start and started.
Listen sir, please consider, here is the opening line.., you will like it. You are from a noble family. You are a lover. Your forefathers have honoured many writers. You will appreciate it too..!
At this the python stopped him. Then he interrupted him. Then he said- Mister! Recite your poems. Do not bring human mannerisms and flattery into the literature of animals.
The other snake bowed its head. Said ‘Aadaab’. And then began.
The skin of a human being..
The most dangerous is the man in the sleeve…
He does not use his teeth but a sharp knife to stab…
Under the guise of dew he takes the price of spreading thorns…
It does a favour by spreading itself in your arms like a creeper…
All the time he is busy hollowing out the tree…
By pouring whey into the roots, the tree itself is defamed…
And sometimes he waters us with acidic poison…
It stays in the sleeve until the foundations are shaken…
When a tower collapses, with its ferocious claws…
Then he slips away to find a new victim…
Sometimes a person comes out of his own sleeve…
Then life is lost…one is accused of forgetfulness…
The most dangerous is the man in the sleeve…
The python wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. He got up and rubbed his ringtail on the snake’s back. He kissed it four times on the cheeks. For the third time, he put his tail in the hollow of the tree and took out a chick and sacrificed it to the snake and ate it. Then he said with a choking voice. Ustaad! What a thing you have said.
Sometimes a person comes out of his own sleeve…
Then the life is lost… there is accusation of forgetfulness… wow, wa… wow, wa…!!!
There is nothing left to be said or heard. The poem speaks for itself. It tells everything. The poet is old but his words are powerful. His thoughts are terrifying. You have given voice to the concerns of the community. You too are worthy of being the national poet of the snake species. Jai Ho. You too are successful. After all the formal activities, the python now asked-Son! Tell me this. Such a deep meaning in the poems of both. Such a deep feeling of pain. How have you both created such a wonderful world of reality.. Don’t be shy, tell me openly. From where have you recharged the poison inside you even in this old age..
Then both the snakes touched the revered one’s feet, saluted his seniority. Recited a small Kalma in appreciation of his ability to understand things. Then told with a choked voice. Sir! There is a deep secret behind this poison. We stayed with humans for some time, suffered pain and sorrow while lying in the box. Kept listening to human talks, seeing their actions and venom in their words, we forgot our own poison. Till the time we were in their captivity, we kept trembling with fear. Since we have been released, we are happy. At least there is a cure for our bite, but human poison is incurable, Dada!!
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