Ankit Kumar Sinha

Rookie (11-10-1994 / India)

Vulture - Poem by Ankit Kumar Sinha

there is nothing much that i own,
not even, that you own around your wings.

Onus to purge to your height of
startin' thence forth of our love,
i die, sleep and live again,
the hemisphere's that solace the two

what can belong to this wild,
you storms at every beauty.
how can you love a vulture?
how can you let our love be vulture?

you should go, the leaf, the sea would forget,

'ts theandric, worth for you
my love,
'i', i am your innocence.
your cadence chariot is on 'ts way to drive the other forces,
i shouldnt curse your womb and lie

it wont hold, your fire is burning me,
Amiss i intersperse on your lawn.

let me keep a ton on my chest and
i should go now,
you have to go,
away from my claws.

There's blood on every hood o' skin,
i wonder, soldier poor or wretched?
alas! so timid he stay or stayed.
lyin' on the bog, await.

Comments about Vulture by Ankit Kumar Sinha

  • (1/11/2012 7:22:00 AM)

    excellent poem
    keep on writing poems
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2012

[Report Error]