The Vulture Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Vulture



The big bird
Bulging and billed
The vulture
Talk I,
The brownish,
Dark brown vulture
Sitting atop the hills,
The simul trees
With the blooms
But leaflessly standing
In spring.

But where did they come from
And where did they vanish away
When the spring is gone,
The vulture,
Big and billed vultures,
The scavenging birds of prey
Scavenging,
Labouring upon a carcass
To clear it forth
Into the fields
Just like a taxidermist
Or a leather seller?

Monday, January 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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