By Abdu Rahman
Is it crime to born in Rohingya parents
or have we deceived ourselves?
Why it betide to us again and again?
Nothing is just and right but
everything rust and decay.
Many things was deprived by
consoling and commiserating us.
No one heed and regard to us,
but it’s unexpectable for us.
Nothing is accessible and
approachable, wherever we
attempted still.No reason to
be happy and excitement.
No peaceful life to grow
and enjoy the future.
No country, No school, and no house.
No mountain, No valley, No world,
No space.No education and
acknowledgement. The world
is full of Injustice and monarchy.
Insufficient of everything included
about our future. No reason to
survive in the camp.
Tragedy become ruinated irremediably
with full of feared and anxiety.
Since our birth facing the variety of
difficulty.If older don’t anagolize
or associate with all the actuality.
Many things still remains to be seen
and comprehend before the dead.
Please think, if you don’t pose of
us what shall we do in the future.
This poem is based on Rohingya children future,who are genocide surviving in the world’s largest refugee camp of Bangladesh.
