Thoughts of a seer
On the top of hill a seer is sitting
Below the hill a river is flowing
Noon, soothing wind is blowing
A fisherman in the boat is singing
A song of hope a song of joy
0, beloved to thee shall I come, why?
On the riverbank cattle grazing
And in a hut fisherman's wife is waiting
Years ago seer came on the hilltop
For finding to inner worries a full stop
His ordeal to find answer is yet not over
But sometimes he looks down around river
Cattle grazing
Birds chirping
Children playing
Cool wind blowing
Fisherman's wife waiting
Every year number of children growing
In the midstream fisherman singing
And then thought comes to seer
Is it worth to be here?
Shall I not go away?
With the fisherman's family to stay?
With children to play?
Sing a song with birds?
And run with cattle herds?
With fisherman to catch fish
And feel dirty to extent of rubbish
Happy, who is more?
A seer?
Or creatures with no ship of thoughts to steer?