THE VULTURES




Why do so many vultures hover around here,
Does something dead lie there,
Or someone dead,
Or a 'Tower of Silence' ahead!


No there ain't any,
Instead 'the living' are here many,
Go back to your own habitat,
Or else you will be responsible for all aftermath.


We do not need you,
There is nothing for you to peck or chew,
We are living, with flesh and blood,
Tied with a chord of sisterhood.


Do not try to mess with us,
Our bruises do ooze blood, but not rot thus,
We will not let you tear our flesh,
Strengthened are our guts, our visceral mesh.


We will not cow down,
Nor in your hissing, grunting voices drown,
Not a shred of flesh we will lose,
Nor any drop of blood will ooze.


No scars or bruises,we will get,
Will fight you out instead,
Out of our happy periphery
Whether the winds are then calm or blustery.


We are the brave girls of this generation,
Can finish you, make you vanish in ablation,
There is nothing old or rotten here,
You will just find fresh young blood and thinking here,
No jackals cry here or howl,
So you too better stop your flights and prowls.

©Madhumita