OUR POETRY CORNER

CHARMER

In a jungle
I lived once in a small hut
Made up of bamboo leaves and
Bamboo stalks
Covered with flowery creepers.
When I slept at night
The holes in the bamboo stalks
Emitted sweet music of flute.
To my surprise and fear,soon
I saw snakes creeping all around
On the ground.
They even crept up to my dwelling
Place through the creepers,
I never tried to kill them,
I cut a bamboo piece, made holes
And fluted to charm the snakes.
They danced to my tunes
I tried new rhythms and
They danced accordinglyg.

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