RVision for Arakanese Pens | Poem
By – Mohammad Rafique Habib Abu Safwan*
The Ghost of Devil flamed with dancing!!
The helpless oppressed Rohingya Compelled to leave away
From their native motherland, Arakan.
The yellow Dreams of having a shelter in abroad,
The colored hope of ray
Gathered in their eyes;
Hence, they sailed their tiny boat of migration near to the boarder.
The aimless Rohingyas are floating on the water,
Who will give them shelter?
The border is closed by means of so called territorial law,
The Buddhist Terrorists are blindly mad-
– In having revenge from this helpless ethnic minor-community
Where will they seek the drop of Humanity?
The in vain vowing of UN& Humanitarian Organs,
The bloody Myanmar is not paying heed to the International slogans
The Helping-Donors pushing among them,
The Ocean-daughter raised her head and says to the International community,
“It remains silent below the boot of Myanmar Dictator Military-
“The Groaning of Humanity.”
I don’t know the Rohingya; I don’t see any race or tribe
Even I never do partiality.
I do know merely that, “They are made of flesh and blood-
They are the human beings, the best creature of you (the creator).
Save them by Your Heavenly Hand
Hence they have the sense of man”
It is my inner long-cherished solemnity
How long will groan in Arakan the Humanity?
*The Poet is currently a lecturer of English Language and Literature in Jāmi’ah al-Banāt al-Namudhajiyyah, Cox’s Bazar.