The Two Snakes

Two snakes peeped out from a far brown mound

Then emerged from their holes and began to slither

In unison and a collective quest to become more renowned

With a resolve to not dither and hopes not to wither

Though difficult to comment with certitude on their incipience

To a fair degree one can fathom that their existence long preceded aliens and Homo sapiens

At some point they did diverge, but meandered forward in close proximity

Their paths consistently offset by a parallel curvilinearity

On every single inch of their epochal trail

They firmly stamped their indubitable legacy on Terra Firma

Perhaps an inexorable outcome of Karma

Displaying supple flexuosity enabling them to countervail

Demonic acts courtesy human and nature

Or call it Forces of God, Oh that caricature!

However the snakes scarcely did bother

Determined to only keep moving, grasping all their nettle

Braving arduous terrain and vagaries of weather

Single-minded and dogged in their pursuit to prove their mettle

Their pigmentation did change Midway

Darkening from shades of dark blue to charcoal gray

As the topography changed from dense vegetation

To landscapes populated by diverse inhabitation

The long winding snakes bred curiosity

But did not lay out a vicious dragnet

But diverse fauna mysteriously were drawn to it like a magnet

As they sensed an end to their paucity

Thus slowly did grow the confidence of the species

Culminating in mass migration towards the snakes which never did cease

Scanning the roster, one perceived ants, infinitesimal in size, nevertheless abhorrent

But In large numbers, an army of exterminators

Snuggly ensconced and dotting the route of the reptiles, as if in accompaniment

Slow beginning to take bites of it, as the prey became predators

Bewilderingly and antithetical to all imagination by a long stretch

The serpents ingested all the venom, but never once did retch

As the scavengers began to feed on the visceral excrescence

While the two seemingly insouciant snakes epitomized colubrine impotence

A few rats further invaded into the skin of the game

As green and brown rotten lumps formed on its calloused

Flesh, and a few more rodents unhesitatingly espoused

The rapacity, and vaulted over the putrescent frame

But the sagacious snakes separated by concrete blocks and strips of pasturage

Smiled to each other and gladly embraced the unholy entourage

Years passed and the esteemed beings continued to offer themselves

To the infesting rodents, remarkably managing to coexist

Despite pandering to the ravenous avarice of the millions scrambling on the edge of its broken curves

Battered and bruised but tireless in its pursuit to keep up with destiny’s tryst

Finally, at a remarkably far flung distance

Topography changed colours one final time, to reveal the ultimate significance

As the two serpents met journey’s end

Till the very end giving themselves unconditionally to their fiend

At last slaking their unquenched thirst

They mingled gratefully into the big blue pond

Becoming one with their master, to initiate a supreme bond

A Tennysonian predestiny envisaged at the very first

True they were made weak by time and fate, but were strong in will to strive

To seek, to find and not to yield as they scripted the heroic act of Thrive

"Excuse me Sir", the words ground my deep preoccupations to a resounding halt

Turning my head I perceived, on the aisle, laden with her Paraphernalia was the Air-hostess,

"Sir, your Water Bottle, Maggi Noodles Bowl, and packets of pepper and salt"

Grouchingly accepting the offering I abandoned my ruminations to enter recess

"Would there be anything else you require"? She concluded in an endearing tone

"No thanks", I dismissed her tetchily with a nonchalant wave, keen to be left alone

I hastily turned to the vista outside, only to find we had breached an altitude that enshrouds

The sweeping vistas, as the metallic eagle had already soared above the clouds

Casting one final look outside, I saluted the invisible riparian anguiform

From Fifteen thousand feet above the ground

Weighed down with helplessness and admiration in heapful measures abound

As the venerable curving twins battled below, braving the storm

I drew up my window, turned to fork and lovingly twirled

A snake-like noodle, as we traversed across the skies in search of a better world