I see . . . But . . .

I see mangroves

But the fruits are rotten

I see rivers and streams

But the water is coloured

I see trees and plants

But the leaves are burnt

I see roads and footpaths

But the ways are lost

I see the sun and the moon

But the brightness is spotted

I see stars and planets

But the days are taking them away

I see skies and horizon

But far from my reach

I see high and low tides

But the waves are always parting

I see seagulls in the sea shore

But to say goodbye they come

I see mornings and evenings

But arriving only for departing

I see days and nights

But filled with egos and masks

I see many faces displayed

But shadows hinders clear vision

I see birth and death

But filling emptiness somewhere

I see festivals and celebrations

But someone is alone in the crowd

I see the hoppers singing

But forgetting to earn for the falls

I see life and lie

But surprisingly complimenting each other

I see vision and mission

But losing identity satisfying the other

I see the seasons changing

But never filling the space of the void

I see relations and the involved

But asking for their own space

I see myself staring at me often

But with a question “why do you care?”

I cant see the answers anywhere

But I believe that someone knows why is it so