Naeem Rahman (03/02/1993 / Bangladesh)

To endless I stare
absolute obscure I see;
-behind becomes grayer
as you step upon me.

I cannot endure you
to touch the sky overhead;
-entirety is absent not few;
-the space is much to be fed.

Your finger pointed up there
and my eyes on earth now;
-those smells of dusts here
made me pondered somehow;

-of what I have made within
a hunger and terror of loss
beneath lays everything
and yet the coins I toss.

-Nr.