Poem

Birds of prey

09/10/2019 Rijul Ballal1 Comment

Birds of prey
watching me
Corner of the page
every turn of my life
Birds of prey
watching me coldly

Marking me from trees
rhyming at me, 
Every silver lining, spying
strife of the midwives
Archives of the afterlife
calling, wanting and watching

Birds of prey
bray grey cliches
Colour my decay
play games of  dismay

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Selina Stambi says:

16/10/2019 at 1:28 AM

This is a grim! I guess it’s a reflection of society today – being watched. Good one. Makes your reader think.

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