The real picture

I try to look for love,
In the most despised eyes.

For they give me what they have,
I realise what they lack.

I try to look for regret,
In the eyes of people who I love.

For they are good at hiding some stuff,
But not all the time.

I try to look for smiles,
On the faces of old and child

For they know the raw life ,
The way its aligned.

I try to look for hope,
In the eyes of the survivors.

For they see their end,
Yet are better at living than us.

I try to look for strength in the specially abled,
Lot different from the stock.

For they no more curse the fate,
Look at things their own way.

I try to look for sadness in the eyes of each one of the above.
And I close my eyes.
As it's overwhelming.

So I try to look for good,
Even though I am going blind.

For if I search for the real picture,
I can't survive.