Banks Of River

The Golden eagle hovering over the paddy field, Sky is red, sun is about to die; behind golden yield, I often watch, this golden moment at golden time “Eagle shifting its position thus aiming the prey, prime” Now here the stone fell freely, there sun slid in west Hopefull clasped claw bird flew above with a rat, hopeless Eagle flew directly towards the waiting hungry kids; nest, Family of victim rat must be waiting into the whole darkness, Ah! Life and death enter woven in such a way, I surprised, Although, loved the hover and fall; I wised up; mesmerized