While everyone is weeping in the camp,
their hands full of rubbish, 
their eyes full of hallucinations, 
I will do it differently:
I will walk out silently through the darkness,
and sit alone beneath the moon,
and wait for you, peace.
Quietly, quietly, I will wait.
And if you come, if you sing, if you lift your voice, 
I will listen.
I will be there.

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Your smile
is my brightest sunrise
Your touch
is my softest comfort
Your laugh
is my sweetest melody
Your presence
is my safest shelter
Your heart
is my deepest treasure
I love you beyond forever.

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WHO AM I?

Who am I for you?
Am I an unnoticed creature?
Or a human with same dignity?
If yes—
So why can't I live by pleasure?
I want to soar everywhere
with freedom and peace
and want to feel love and harmony.
Who am I for you now?
If I am a human being like you,
Why am I struggling
for my identity since centuries?
At least not at last,
The world's community
should try to give me a name,
That is my identity since centuries,
It is Rohingya and Rohingya tribe.
Skin is just a colour,
Language is just a proem,
Religion is just a faith unto God,
If we are different with these—
it's not meant that,
we should hate each other.
My identity is my right and pride,
And it's a very crucial affair,
so one shouldn't rush into it.

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Senryū

in first trimester,
afflicts with morning sickness
smell of new baby

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Haiku

red sunset
watch ticking fast
enjoying Iftar

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Senryū

cry for peace
millions of refugees
say NO to war

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Senryū

full of tragedy
rivers of blood in Ukraine
—third world war

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Senryū

in Ukraine,
dead civilians
a graveyard

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Senryū

in Ukraine—
blood in the field
flows as a brook

of Ukrainians
blood started flowing out
like a steady river

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Senryū (5/7/5)

war in Ukraine
heavily bombs around
migrants in street

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