THE INTUITION

As the army of Satan walks the corridor 

Surreptitiously to reach me on the other side
Flocks of serpents crawling ahead
Messengers of death by my side
And I stand looking each in the eye
And I stand still
For them to be met anon
For relief yet to be willed
As I know, no door opens
No windows to fall off from
I have to be bitten, I will be bitten
By venomous stings there on

Reptiles adorn the concrete walls

And darkness colours the ceiling blood

I still stand still,  I still stand still

As the smell of rot fills like flood

Shall it not be decided soon?

What kills a demon to death?

They say goodness wins it all

Stronger demon to win it’s said.

With each of his sting If the death failed
With each of his sting if I grow poisonous 
Each of the sting that I survive 
Will I be the Queen venomous?

For now I know darkness approaches

And serpents line the alley

Still I stand waiting for demon

In that dark Death Valley.

© Dr. Prerna Singla, 2016. All rights reserved.