Standing at the edge…

Standing at the edge of a cliff, I Stare, Where the eagles soar, far into the sky. Humans have learnt to fly alongside and above them all, But do they actually deserve the same flight?

The hills lay bare in the birds eye view, Still covered well in all its parts. Humans have devoured much of these gentle giants. But wait till they come here too with their sharpened knives.

The wounds of the river runs deep. What was once a mighty dream, reduced to just a stream. Humans have drunk it all. And the more they drink, the thirstier they get and want it all.

But for now, and until it is so. Let me soar, Standing at the edge. And far within sight. Let me roar, Standing at the edge. While the majestic hills and its nature are still within my right !