Ankit Kumar Sinha
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
'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.
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