Glitters But Not Gold
He was in the forest to hatchet the wood
A snake wrapped and bit his ankle boot,
But no response found even more tilting.
To be cynical for all through suffering,
His face mottled, eyes closed, foam in the lip,
He is dead like and motionless being;
Another snake wrapped him but not biting
As if to love and sympathy thumping.
He opened his eyes, the first snake enthused
But kept on saying what the second doing
It was his fish bait to lie for time-consuming.
The first snake moved, bit the second one
The reddened blood emitted from the mouth
The man then left the snake and smiled.
The first one moved and vanished.
The second one ransacked and looked
But it faced another snake to pass through,
The first one stood still;
As if the second one took the revenge
Who was sleeping for life long?
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