Clenching claws
and spinous beak,
Circling sky
at the peak,
Incisive sight
and strong wings,
I feast on
the dead meats,
Still you
love same as to others,
Doesn’t my
fierceness ever bother.
On burning
earth I do thrive,
On fleshy
green, thorns I hide,
Useless,
unwanted and feeble,
As I do none
than hurting people,
Still you
protect me same as to all
Through summer,
rain, winter and fall.
Nights are
my days,
Days are
there to pay,
I sell
pleasure in flesh,
Offering illicit,
hateful bliss,
Still you
revere the loathing side,
Which others
look at despise.
With poison
on my spiky head,
I lie and
slide on my breast,
Single sights
steal away their breath,
They call me
as ferry of death,
Still you
cared not letting me wither,
Giving me
cold skin, teaching to slither.
P.S: Some name it as God, some say it Nature and some
believes it to be a mass of immeasurable energy. Whatever it is, all I find is
unconditional and unwavering love and care.
