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Exotic Burden

By Nur Kamaal

Million of my tears
have dried up for torture of my sisters
don’t go away,
it makes me mutilated and
a beggar for their justice

Million of my memories
have forgotten for massacre of my neighbors
don’t go away,
it remains me where
the masses graves of Tolatuli

Million of my moments
have passed for demolition of our villages
don’t go away,
it shapes me
a vagrant and exotic burden

Editorial Team 
The Art Garden Rohingya 

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