Treasure Island

Naeem Rahman

(03/02/1993 / Bangladesh)

Question


The desired answers are flourishing
into the infinite deep, dark blue sky.
The world goes round and round, spinning.
Breeding the wind to let them fly.

As I crawl the fragile way, on the ground.
I see, I fall, I wave them goodbye.
And between I stood to draw the line
as they flew far from reach, beyond time.

To accept this awfulness, I have created a myth,
such to bury those hopes, wishes and faith.
And I let go of them, trying, somehow.
Thus Life has become a question to me now.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, November 01, 2011

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  • Hans Vr (11/2/2011 9:19:00 AM)

    A great write, Naeem. Somehow I believe that the universe contains infinite wisdom, the wisdom, of our Creator. If we keep trying to tune in to our Creator through our soul, answers just start to fly back to us. (Report) Reply

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