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?