Treasure Island

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.


Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013

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