A Sweet Epic Poem by ROCHISH MON

Heat waves blow
In the water flow

When thirst was quenched
Grief was gathered

By errors, with errors
Our journey we carry out
If not to errors
Where else can we reach out?

We are entangled
In uncontrolled opinions
We are suffering from
Our own views

We stagger a lot
Even to live we hesitate

We hate facts
We have no emotions

When we seek for literature
We receive mere vocabulary
When we wish for music
We hear noise-jugglery

Why is this?
Finesse, why should we miss?

Sculptures of our thoughts
We have to sculpt properly
Paintings of our descendents
We have to up keep safely

To have a glittering history,
We will have to alter ourselves
To have our world
As a sweet epic
let us live like good words