Beneath the ocean of a cave 
Are you not born with bareness?
From a cave of grace, a warm sphere
Barefoot, barehanded, and barely clothed.
O man, decline the desert flowers.
Before you disgrace your cave
Are you not born with bareness?
Now, you wander through a storm of deserts.

Suraya Akter is a student at North South University majoring in English literature.