I remember when you weren't that big.
You moved swiftly on trees and sprigs.
Tongue was tiny, fangs were bantam.
Very small was your gland of venom.

But then also you were dangerous being.
Again and again I spotted you hissing.
I confronted you on that particular day.
Somehow managed to scare you away.

But again you've been sighted nearby.
You're hiding in bushes dense and high.
Now big in size with increased weight.
You have come to avenge and retaliate.

You are filled with vengeance and anger.
But all these days I wasn't idling either.
I found a teacher, while your fangs grew.
From mongoose I have learnt tricks few.