Constantly Poem by ROCHISH MON

He
Places the pictures of his thoughts
On the wall of his living and looks into them -

Nameless colors are seen and waste lines too are seen -

What to do with those pictures? Not known to him. For some time he never realized that he does not know at all. After that he agrees not that he does not know.

Heart is never right. On the right side heart never stays ever. Even mind is not good.

Heart has no mind. Mind has no heart.

Between no and no he placed himself.

He is trying to search himself in the pictures those are filled with nameless colors and waste lines. "What is this? ' when asked "I live on" he replies.

He never lives like a human. His life never keeps him as a human.

Without having sense on life, without knowing to live as human. He retires as he.

All are like him.

As the sky watches the earth rotates constantly.