The People of Arakan

The people of Arakan.
They are full of languor.
They watch the darkness of midnight.
They wakes up from bed watching their houses burning.
They watch their son dying under blood stained boots.
They watch the bullets to worn out their son’s chest.
They screams,but there is nothing which hears.
Except the hills of Arakan.

Every midnight, the hellish massacre happens.
When it ends,silence comes to Arakan.
Even the birds stop singing.
The massacre destroys everything.
The whole settlement gets burnt.
The Rohingas flee to Bangladesh with fear of life.

The dreadful night destroys everything.
The fox and dogs eats the deadbodies with cheer.
The vultures flies at the sky smelling the blood river.

The dreadful night is over.
The sun is rising with hope of a new day.

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