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Rabia Qureshi |

This poem is dedicated to Rohingya Muslims who have been at the receiving end of the atrocities being committed by Myanmar government and extremist Buddhists. Many international organizations have labeled these human rights violations as ‘ethnic cleansing’. We demand from the international community to end this bloodbath and ensure the resettlement and return of Rohingya’s to their country, ‘Myanmar’.

 

when the sun doesn’t fall on your window

when the day doesn’t shine for you

when the wind blows outside your walls

and the flowers you spot are far and few

 

 

when the birds fly in some other skies

when the waves touch some other sands

when the earth you walk is dry and cracked

and the cattle graze on other lands

 

 

when moonlight doesn’t brighten your nights

when your starless skies are blue and bleak

when the world outside is blooming in spring

and you still await the spring you seek

 

 

when it doesn’t rain in your part of the world

when rivers and streams are running dry

when zombies dwell in pain n grief

and nature hurls a deadly cry

 

 

When your words fall on deaf ears

and stride past you, the people you care

When you ruffle through the book of life

and realize;  the life is inherently unfair…

 

 

The author is an M.Phil in Communication Studies and a freelance content writer for various national and international forums. The views expressed in this article are the author’s own and do not necessarily reflect Global Village Space’s editorial policy.

The author is an M.Phil in Communication Studies and a free lance content writer for various national and international forums.

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