Vulture Waiting For My Death Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Vulture Waiting For My Death



VULTURE WAITING FOR MY DEATH
Vultures those feed on my flesh
Indeed, waiting for me to die - fresh.
Everyone is eager for their own share
Still all are addressing me as a dear.

Tiger disguised in the hermit face.
Hypocrite is sure to win the race.
Relations showered with family charm
Still they are not going me to warm

No one cares torment of my pain
All sleep so sound in their gain.
Compassion died in stream of vein
Humanity swept by greed of rain.

I am dry tree that bears no fruits
I have lost grip of its own roots.
Lands and buildings that belong to me
Are shedding tears, that is all for me
With fear of losing me, losing me.

Saturday, September 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fear
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