I remember when you weren't that big. <br />You moved swiftly on trees and sprigs. <br />Tongue was tiny, fangs were bantam. <br />Very small was your gland of venom. <br /> <br />But then also you were dangerous being. <br />Again and again I spotted you hissing. <br />I confronted you on that particular day. <br />Somehow managed to scare you away. <br /> <br />But again you've been sighted nearby. <br />You're hiding in bushes dense and high. <br />Now big in size with increased weight. <br />You have come to avenge and retaliate. <br /> <br />You are filled with vengeance and anger. <br />But all these days I wasn't idling either. <br />I found a teacher, while your fangs grew. <br />From mongoose I have learnt tricks few.<br /><br />Md. Asadullah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dealing-with-cobra/
