VULTURE

     

                                       Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali

 You fly high

But your gaze is on the carcasses

Crush, crunch and chew me

And be pleased with your false aura

That’s no more than some thin sticks

Easily broken and turn to ash

I am neither angry nor feel pain

When you stain your beak with my blood

Your clipped wings can’t take you there

Where I dwell

Delight on the body Black Bird

My soul is tied up elsewhere

                

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RING

                                         courtesy : google image

 

The black rings on face

Hiding those long, deep black eyes

What are you up to?

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