Gazal-24 Poem by ROCHISH MON

Humans have not become humans still why?
In the hearts real goodness is ever nil why? ?


Life is but the to-be-written song of thoughts
Sublime thoughts people never instill why?


On the rough surface will moving be normal?
People are rolling on the badness-hill why? ?


It is unpleasant but every where it is present
The song of destruction sounds shrill why?


We are suffering from wrongness, is it not?
Perils were generated by human skill why?


Many saints came and showed us the path
To live correctly we do not have will why?

Masters did try their best, hey Rochishmon,
From times immemorial safety is ill why?