Stop Violence
Oh, Myanmar, in pain,
Government, no hear our strain.
Their weapons kill, no limit,
The Lord above, we submit.
Innocents, women and girls,
Harmed by your whirls.
World silent, eyes closed,
Yet, The Lord sees, He knows.
Face Him, you must,
For ...
A Wandering Traveler
By Nur Kamaal
O my companions,
Let me show the road of my home
in dark part of this world
I’m passing through an uninhabited zone
on my wandering path
it seems a sudden flare away
but I recognize not from where it comes
O my companions,
Let me guide the address of my dewlling
in dim path of this world
I’m wandering through a strange desert
it seems no one to be seen
in the path of a wide desert I’m roaming
but I know not from where I’ve strayed.
(19-05-2020) Editorial Team The Art Garden Rohingya