The Snake Charmer

As the blind-man holds out his bowl the twisted form of beggar child shouts out, shouts out, "please, SIR, please SIR." "Come closer, come and hear my words; I will for only one Rupee age-old legends to you recite." In the distance; far, far, I hear distant Pungi swaying slowly jarring, shrill, loud, hypnotising. Moving my head towards the sound mesmerising, I turn to leave. "Don't go, don't go," says beggar child. Singing; mournful, so sweet, so low; "Creator, what was in your mind that so made you create this world?" Blind man begins to chant, I stop. "just one Rupee please, SIR, please SIR." Singing? Pungi? I sway, I swerve. Between the two, the charmer wins. Slither, slither towards the sound. Not one Rupee for beggar child. The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Date wrote: 3rd January 2022