Squiggled my feet
Through the dense path of the divine abode of the Serpent Gods.
Before the King of Serpent Gods,
Who stood there,
Silvery as the milky divine splendor of millions of pallor,
Bright and invigorated as the cheerfully yellow and youthful sun,
Shimmering with the magnificence of emeralds stuck to the hoods,
Hissing the assurance of miracle of love
I yearned for
In the parched sandy long slithering days,
In the moonless, frozen nights of insanity,
In the dreams of togetherness,
In the crowded trails of loneliness.
Among the faces grinning with happiness.
My hands came together to pray,
My soul bowed before the divine bay.
My mind pondered thought,
Not negative and gray.
You are not here,
Leaving my heart alone to stay.
Begged my heart before the King of Snakes.
To grant this lifetime and life after
To tread the path of green savannahs
Omen He sent
Through his angel
Accepting my prayers for miracle
In the form of yellow ashes
Spreading a grin of positivity
On the face of a helpless girl
To return to him with you
In years to come
To prostrate before him
For the blessings he bestowed