The People Poem by ROCHISH MON

They could not remove the veils
They say that the picture is fine!

They are not at all right
They say that they are fine!

They carry delusions and illusions
They say that they had revelations!

Bids, calls, invitations, summons
They yet maintain stillness!

Their wounds do not heal
They have lots of balms!

After effects explained to them
They do not change their attitudes!

Even after terrors occurred
They do not rectify their errors!

They live with will!
They are the people! !