The abode of nāga-s / (Poetry)

A very long poem

~~ ॥ नाग-लोक ॥~~~~~~~~~~~
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© vinaysv.blogspot.com ,
 (translated from Hindi)
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Originally written and published first on 15-November, 2010.
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They were many,
Every alternate year or so,
they would shed their skin.
Often at the times,
When it started covering their eyes,
Making them unable to see.
Very often they would come-out,
Because of strong hot weather,
Feeling suffocated in their holes,
Or, when the rains flooded the holes,
And forced them to leave.
And just like this,
Every-day a few times,
In search of prey for food,
There was plenty of that there.
And this also happened,
That they would feed on,
Themselves as well.
Once in the open,
They would either get crushed,
Under the feet of humans or animals,
And would bite them in turn.
And though some were poisonous,
Others many were timid,
Inattentive or just unwary.
Nevertheless,
All were taken as dangerous.
Their land and world,
Was always lit, illuminated,
By the dark shades of,
Myriad different colors.
And they had their own systems,
Societies, Law and order,
And Countries.
Their own philosophies,
Ethics, Languages and Dialects.
And all those had their own,
Versions and editions.
And this whole phenomenon,
Was named, Civilization,
Philosophy, Religion, and Culture.
All in many divergent groups.
And quite so accordingly,
A follower of a certain Civilization,
Philosophy, Religion, and Culture,
Would also share,
The sentiments of some another group,
Which on yet some other criteria,
He appeared to be against.
And this happened quite frequently.
No doubt,
Dark shades too shared all these traits of them.
Like them, the dark shades too had,
Diverse colors, touches, tastes,
forms, sounds and patterns.
They were all there,
Living in co-existence.
In their emotion, thought,
Sensitivities and sensibilities,
Temperaments and moods,
All these dark shades had,
Their own moulds and patterns.
Thought, Political or of the another kind,
Commitments and fidelity
And this all created their world and their saga.
Which they always loved,
And also kept trying to improve,
Transform their this world,
Into another, They dreamed of.
In some 'tomorrow',
That was a 'yesterday',
Along-with a 'today'.
The three got mixed-up,
Mingled into one-another,
And thought would trespass,
Its own territory,
And they would enter another,
Which was otherwise forbidden for them.
Restricted.
Then they would shed-off their skin,
And till getting accustomed to,
The newer shade of darkness,
would slip into in a trans,
Would go from red, silky, hot, darkness to,
Another green, cool, velvet, cozy one.
And they knew,
That was a 'time',
When time existed not.
But it was never possible for them,
To enter the same willingly,
On their own.
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