Winged creatures fully covered <br />in black robes, slowly circle <br />over my body and head. <br />I depend, on what they are: <br /> <br />If they are Angels then I am Nothing. <br />If Dragons, a solitary Stone. <br />If Aircrafts, a fearless Rebel. <br />If Vultures, a useful Carcass. <br />If Flies, a swine's stock meal. <br /> <br />I wait with large bunches of notes, <br />each printed as Hours and Days, <br />to pay them to strip their robes. <br />Their nakedness, holds <br />My true self.<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winged-creatures/
