Vignettes-7 Poem by ROCHISH MON

1
Are blossoms
The whispers of the nature?
2
No cloths are seen
O nude garden,
“You are beautiful”
3
The sky is visible
Whose smile is this?
4
The earth rotates…
Is it searching for itself?
5
Moon is fine
It is not mine
6
After writing is completed
Words were disappeared
7
Without my knowledge
Doors were locked
Someone was calling me
8
He went with death
I guess he surpassed
An error called living
9
While I intended to sit
I realized that
There is no chair at all
10
As I live in my broken house
A cannot-be broken element
Greets me very often