My eyes

It was sunday
I looked out the window and saw
The high hill in front of me
was covered by clouds
As if looking down from the top of that hill
Only fog would be visible
 

At that time i considered
myself very lucky that i got a chance
to live in these forests , rivers
away from greed , quarrels , theft


And at night,
the view looks even more pleasing,
when sitting on the lake
in the middle of the forest,
watching the shadow of the
moon and stars in it feels
like I've come to a another world


but then it feels bad to even think
don't know when all this
Will just seem like a dream
Coming kids - jungles , rivers , lakes
will read them in books only
don't know whether
they will ever understand its
real meaning or not