My cousin Shiva Prasad works as a doctor in Ipoh, Malaysia. The following "nonsense" is based on an incident which happened there, when a snake entered his room.
This is the story of a snake,
Who lived beside the lake
And a young doctor whose lure,
Was as much his charm as his cure
The snake woke up on this day,
And soon spotted the first prey
With one bite he injected the spray,
And waited for it to make its way
The victim started running in haste,
And the hero dreaming of its taste
ÂHow long will you runÂ scorned the snake,
ÂBefore my venom turns you into a cakeÂ
To his greatest surprise and dismay,
And sure he never before felt this way
The victim ran with the same pace,
And disappeared without a trace
He has lost his venom, which made him sad,
For it was the only weapon he ever had.
Life suddenly looked dark and bleak,
Like a woodpecker who misplaced its beak
Then it struck him, that nearby this locale,
There was a man doc, hero of many a tale
Who used snake venom to fight snake venom,
How that could work, he could never fathom
He came to that magicianÂs house, it was night.
And entered the room with nobody to sight
Hoping that the doctor, resting on the couch,
Had enough of venom stock to fill his pouch
ÂSsss, sssssÂ the serpent hissed in the ear,
And also gave a gentle stroke with his rear
The doctor opened his eyes and saw the snake,
And wondered Âis this a dream or am I awakeÂ
Soon into his senses he bumped,
And out of the sofa he jumped.
ÂOh naga, why have you come down
I worship your tribe from dusk to dawnÂ
ÂI mean no harm, I come for consultation,
IÂm a poor snake that has lost its poison
Kindly help meÂ, continued the reptile,
"Or else my life would become futileÂ
The merciful doctor took out his stethoscope,
Wondering whether this was a little out of scope
And started the diagnosis for which he was famed
But this was a challenge he never dreamed
In his usual friendly tone he asked the patient,
Which reflected his high emotional quotient.
ÂHow do other snakes call you, do you guys have a name?Â
ÂYesÂ answered the snake, ÂBasmasura is my name of fameÂ
The doctor started wondering and smiling at the coincidence
Of a Malaysian snake having a name with Indian precedence.
When he suddenly felt a lightning that left him almost lame
As he remembered with a thunder that Shiva was his name
Recovering his senses, he jumped from the chair
And ran out of his room into the open air
ÂSnake on my bedÂ he started to yell.
"Asura at kailasaÂ he wanted to tell.
His therapist friend rushed in to take command.
With a huge club-like stick in his left hand
On the way picking up a stone which he swirled
The doc felt glad, for Narayan was how he was called.