Mukul Chand (enchanted forests) reminded me with his Pictures (where I could see vultures in cliffs) of this Video below that I made some time back about the situation of the vultures in India…
The Picture above shows vultures on a xenotaph in Orchha.
Lyrics by AnandRahasya
Here are the lyrics:
The vulture
The vulture of North India’s plains awakes
in the light of a new golden and sunny morning.
He slowly spreads his brown and white-grey wings
And descends for the river Ganges to have a sip.
All around the Goddess’ fertile ground
Orange white and green for love and peace.
Far below the people pray and toil
And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice
Fruit wheat and rice.
The vulture of North India descends
In the light of a sunny bright, auspicious morning
The skies on seeing him fly heave a deep sigh
Then turn grey, they’re dsperate, watching him go.
All around spreads the Goddess’ fertile ground
Orange white and green for love and peace.
Far below the people pray and toil
And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice
Fruit wheat and rice.
The vulture of North India takes a sip
And soars up high to find carrion to still its need.
Below the temples spread their ancient splendour
They are of his kind, they’re India’s pride, let them survive!
All around spreads the Goddess’ fertile ground
Orange white and green for love and peace.
Far below the people pray and toil
And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice
Fruit wheat and Rice.
AnandRahasya 
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.
Robinson Jeffers
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A wonderful comment, thanks.
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