Vultures Sitting Silently

Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.

You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.

I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.

This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.

Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.

Satish Verma