THE SERPENT AND FLOWER
The king cobra sheds off her skin
The peel says the story of her origin
About the qualities endowed with in her
Very agressive and mischievous in nature
The petals perish prematurely before bloom And fall from the bud earlier they blossom
But never do they forget to eulogize the plant parent
For the fragrance transfused to the flowers smelling like scent.
A part or a product or a remnant of anything
Speaks their nature and history of everything
A vicious soul cann’t become virtueous
And the virtueous cann’t turn into malicious
A serpent in oasis can never behave like a good samaritan
Serving weary travellers in the desert Arabian
But the sweet fragrance of cactus flower soothes everyone
Wafting through the waste land’s breeze prejudicing none.
Dr Santanu Kumar Dash