Friday, March 31, 2006


On seeing recently a beautiful but deadly adult Russell's Viper being killed by the roadside. I just was too late to save it :

Five minutes ago fifty bucks
would have freed me and the snake.
Now I carry it lifelong.


Blogger Inkblot said...

right you are, there's timing for everything- even conscience!

8:36 AM  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

perfect though i didn't get the fifty bucks illusion :-)

and i like inkblot's comment too :-)

7:55 PM  
Blogger sigmund fraud said...

I would have given the man 50 bucks to not kill the snake till I called the professional people who would have rescued it and left it in the wild. It was a rare adult speciman approx four feet long.

5:25 AM  
Blogger bilbo said...

nice poem siggy,
reminded me of the time mom pulled down the chiks ( the bamboo blinds most north indian households seemed to have back then ) and a nest of sparrows built in their curve came tumbling down. There were two eggs in it and, till now, mom refuses to open the chiks without first checking.

7:59 AM  
Blogger sigmund fraud said...

thanx for dropping by and sharing your memories.

3:58 AM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Thoughtfully purrfect!

3:28 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

This is a moving poem. If it were me, I would also "carry" the memory "lifelong."

2:07 PM  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

Yeah, I'm with Dan.

2:21 PM  
Blogger floots said...

these moments do stay with us
(i leave my guilt in these brackets)

8:50 AM  

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