Atop the Gidni hills, Dumka,
I used to see
The unwanted guests sitting on,
Looking beneath,
Perched on the cliffs
Or chunks of rocks
And ruminating,
The vultures,
The big-big vultures,
Sometimes labouring on a carcass
Into the fields
Like a taxidermist,
But I see them no more.
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