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
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