When the big Krait fell down in the room, <br />Coal tar black and glazy enough <br />The snake was, <br />Black and beautiful <br />Mixing with the dark dead night, <br />My mother and brother sleeping on the floor, <br />but awoke she <br />As if held by the memory of the dead father <br />Or some sleeplessness <br />All of a sudden to see a deadly Krait <br />Crawling and licking at the corner of the titled house. <br /> <br />A Ghorkrait, an old and big Krait was it, <br />A snake so black and beautiful, <br />But deadly and fatal, <br />I still remember the night <br />And shudder at remembering it, <br />The night of the Krait.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-big-krait-fell-down-in-the-room-at-dumka/
