Naeem Rahman (03/02/1993 / Bangladesh)
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.
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