A Thirsty Snake

The hot burning sun Raining fire on the jungle Everything looked burning But a thirsty snake Wished to come out of Its deep hole Peeped out to look around No creature was seen No life to be found Decides to make a try Stretch out its body A long black rope began to crawl Out of its hole As if a prisoner on parole Cautiously and slowly Taking every move Like a lone soldier Into the enemy’s groove Found a trough under a large thick tree Felt glad But its experience said How it can be there In such a burning glare But the urgent urge for water Dumped the thought in gutter Stretched its mouth into the through And quenched all through Felt deep relief Looked up to turn back To its underground rack But what is this! It was covered with a net Which like a crashed jet Fell from the tree Now it was not free Looked up and down Saw some men climbing down Oh! These wretches! Don’t they ever feel hot and thirsty I was right it was a trick Would that! I had listened to my senses But it was too late And it left itself in a dark suffocated sack To it fate