Birth Is Being Written By Death Poem by ROCHISH MON

Life is in touch with living -

I was groping me…
Wetness and dryness were known- I felt so
It was a mistake, I am wrong
For the rightness, I searched.
With the thing that was found by me I screamed that it was right.
Though it was a lie I propagated that it was right.
In spite of knowing that there will be truth, despite I do not have that I move on haphazardly rather awkwardly.

‘Being right is not right at all'- concluded I

To be on safe side I roared vigorously.

I announced me as I am. But from me I slipped away somewhere, long time back.

Life is in touch with living-

Birth is being written by death.