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.