Stark and forbidding the great Himalaya tower in the air
The air is sharp and cuts razor-like with every in-breath
The ease with which the eagles fly
Gives the thin atmosphere the lie
An ancient peace envelopes this barren land
Yaks graze languidly looking for sparse vegetation
A vulture circles overhead in hope of a sky burial perhaps
Drama in the endless silence and the wild and clouded sky
How small the human frame seems
In this land of contrasts and dreams
Infused with colour and ancient tradition
Buildings lie scattered like salt on the valley floor
And the mountains of Ladakh reach up and touch the sky
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