By Abu Saad
Who ever wants to be exiled
if he can enjoy his native life?
Who ever wants to live a miserable life
unless he is treated even to die?
Who ever tends sleepless nights
if he can enjoy a carefree life?
Who ever stands to see his babies
Who die being starved and flung to blaze?
Who ever dares to hear his daughters
Whom are raped in eyes and killed?
Colourful tortures and threats
forced to leave the land for survival.
The romance of the past made us cry
missing home and staying in exile.
The Art Garden Rohingya