In a cozy hole lived a deadly snake
Folks living by did verily dread the site
A wandering monk came there one dark night
Good People warned him, Sir, risk thou not take
The monk said I’ve mantra to tame all creatures
The angry snake was charmed by a gentle word
Soon it quit hurting took to fruits as food
Let go its spite, gentle turned its features
Boys thereby noticed this phenomena
A daring naughty boy poked it with stick
The gentle snake just coiled itself thick
Guru’s word minding, forgave their lacuna
Losing all dread they pelted it with stones
Left it for dead, it limped back to it’s hole
The holy man chanced back there one morning
Asked people there `bout his disciple the snake
“`tis dead Sir” they said, their words he didn’t take
Called with a word, the snake knew the meaning
Out came the snake, lean and haggard looking
Shocked the man asked, `why are thou in such state
‘Eating leaves, fruits I’ve thinned at this rate’
‘Only that?’ ‘Oh, yea, boys hurt me poking’
`Oh, my poor, poor fool, indeed thou shouldns’t kill
But thou can hiss and drive off the wicked
Put not venom, but hiss indeed thou should
That’s the way to be good and survive still
Such a charming tale did Ramakrishna tell
To teach worldly folks to live but be good still
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