Snake slithered through the door
As it heard all the vibrations of the floor,

As you know, they rely on the sense of smell
It had reached him very well,

Losing senses out of head
It had bitten him and made him dead,

Being out of senses makes you peril inside
Being always in senses makes you isolate from your own side,

Snake had left with no choice
So, it sharpened its own voice,

It didn’t want to bite him again
But being “out of senses” drives a hard bargain…..

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