SNAKES IN THE RAT HOLES

To forage into the holes of the land,
I tread long miles with family and bands.
Seeking days nights for the shredded grains,
I found a shade with many to rest my train.

You all are my alike and follow my ways,
Let's follow the royal barn to find some hay.
Now snake in the corner don't come out,
No grains for children but locked to shout.

The proud mole nibbles the seeds on the road,
Follow him please he can ease our loads.
The holes are empty and harder to further,
They are all polished for the snakes living here.

Only come out and rail to our village
Our fields have grains and space for tillage.
Don't stay in for the snake and hunger
They all will swallow when you lose your gear.

Paramananda Mahanta