Night after night She first scatters flowers Then herself on the bed, The vision-barred snake Now awakens: Hissing! Her body akin to a pungi Of a snake-charmer Hypnotizing with lust- This limb-less creature, That till the time music plays on Or all the venom that there is Gets spilled out Does all the act As directed by her, Blindly, faithfully Hissing futilely inside A dead flower... They all watch this 'Tamasha', Clap and laugh, The Charmer and the snake Feeding from it - Their failures, Their incompetencies.... But they know- all those spectators Are nothing more than Half-Dead humans, Cherishing that all they have Is failed lesser than someone else.
(P.C. - https://www.artstation.com/artwork/qAY3nz: Art by Maya Kern)