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By Pacifist Hoque

I faced the war,
I endured the genocide
I at last had to flee my homeland
and my life turned into refugee life

Nothing can compensate
for what I lost and what I suffered

My body is not what it once was
some parts were burned,
some wounded, and embedded with bullet

In camp where I take refuge
I relay just on aids
and see no hope of returning home.

I see the sky full of stars,
I feel the rains and the hot sun,
I suffer the howling storm,
Only I am free to the nature

The world turns its eyes blind to me
the world is too deaf
to listen to my long-running screams

Editorial Team 
The Art Garden Rohingya 

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