Vulture Poem by Sudhanshu Shekhar

It is a shiny afternoon,
The iron window was deep old,
The row of red color desk was to sold in owl market,
We were not present everywhere,
The sun looks like an old book,
The glimpses of light spreading everywhere,
A vulture seen from the desk of window,
It was singing a recorded song in the sky,
The feather was long,
Like the wisdom of soul dropped on me,
The eyes were like a diamond cube.
Contact the heart of one soul to other soul,
Thou I was listing and listing,
The song of vulture,
And the drop of hot sun light spreading everywhere.