Vultures Sitting SilentlyA Poem by Satish VermaVultures Sitting Silently
Selling the stardust
to become rich, for harmony. You will bring the other world. A lazy eye laughs. The poor love weeps. I have settled down to accept the barbs of philanthropy. This undefined pain hones the words to fight the killed panther. Drink from my eyes. There was snow fall on lips. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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