Voice of Rohingya
- Maruf Mohaimen
I am a Rohingya, stateless but living inside a state…
What a travesty! Everyone like me cries but no one knows.
Once I had house, home, yards to love my family,
then one day comes military, everything changes
on the very eye, wife became raped, child torn to death,
daughter was kidnapped
where whether she is, who knows, alive or dead.
Military scorches houses, grasps all, beats me to death,
but oh painful feelings! I am alive to ruminate,
but, I have lost all left gratitude to Sheikh Hasina to Bangladesh,
for shelter, living, life with people of same fate
I have found here.
Oh globalization! You are heartless beach,
for sack of you, Bangladesh's neighbours turn skew look…
What a travesty! Once socialism invokes red-hand facisim.
Oh humanity! what thwarts you to raise voice.
Your silence pinches as though I were walking over thorn.
It hits me not bleed, but seems to me bleeding inside,
it grasps nerve to make me jade as I were dead to ruminate.
-Maruf Mohaimen is working with The Daily Observer