The Torture and Death You Brought About
They are the Rohingyas
They are the Muslims
They live in Rakhine of Myanmar
You, the armed forces,
You, the angry mobs and the hungry Buddhists
What have you made to do such monstrosities?
I hear the sound of cries and pains still now floating on the wind
I can still see the sight of torture and death on the screen
I can see the fully naked women tightly tied in a tree with ropes
The screaming, howling and growling with pain touches my heart
Sinks into darkness
Animals have also the rules to prey
More furious than they living in the darkness of forest or jungles
You, the killers play the role of demons
When I see the cutting of legs and hands of a living woman
Before blowing the knife on her throat and separating her head
Keep it on her hip
My eyes lose its power to see any more
When I see a man sitting on a stone fixing his hands and legs
Standing three with their black head from back
Suddenly started to blow the knife on his throat
Separating his body from head leave the track with the head
Numbs my body in the silent morning after rising the sun
When I see the boys and girls are mangled
with the axes in their mouths and foreheads
Immediately the land is flooded with blood
How can I keep my eyes open to the blue and rainbow sky?
When I see the children are held hard and beaten with sticks and rods
And shoot and cut the bodies and hung to the wall
How can I take my breath?
When I see the human bodies are lying on the ground
And the armed forces and mobs are beating and chopping them to death
How can I sound any more?
When I see the young official play with a young lady in the jeep
And tear her breast and vagina with weapons
Laying her flat on the road jump on her body
How can the world be silent?
When I see the live persons are burned to death by petrol
Pouring on their bodies
How should the green be the green?
When the houses are burning with the dark smoke
And the people are running to escape themselves
People of all ages; children, young and the old
Rush to Bangladesh crossing the river Naf
The water of the river has been red, the red blood
It is groaning with rage
Hundreds and thousands of dead bodies are floating on the river
The Rakhine land has already been cultivated with the seeds in this way
the so many silent dead bodies
Genocide! Overcomes all the savagery in the history of the world
O Aung San Suu Kyi, what will be your answer before our Creator
When along with them you will again open your eyes
to the Judgment’s day?
Would it be able to save you your prestigious certificate?
The Nobel Peace Prize?
Does it bear any more the honor you achieved?
A Nameless Name
A terrific face haunts always
O Suu Kyi, you are a killer, a hunter, a liar
I see you just like a bitch
Walking beside a drain on the highway road
You are limping with four legs
People had a great respect on you
As you were prisoned in house
Time after time you struggled for democracy
Achieved your goal but what’s the result?
To be the leader of Myanmar you felt like eating blood
And enjoy the torture, suffering and death for the common people
Instead of saving the lives
You won the race of savagery
In the world history of genocide
Can you see any the path to remove yourself
from this worst suffering of Rohingyas?
You are telling lies killing and hunting more and more
The world keeps a keen eye
Don’t like to see any more
Can’t call you with the name
You have already rolled down to the whole of deep darkness
O Suu Kyi! A nameless name.
Life is not life at all
They walk miles after miles
They walk to have life within lives
At last they take shelter in the Bay of Bengal
Those who fall to struggle, falter and die
What a life, not a life?
Life is not at all life
Only a structure of body
A sign of fear and death
O laughing face, my love, my embrace
What you want I know
What should I do with this blank basket?
Not a proper space, a very narrow way
To move and sigh always
It rains days and nights
Time appears to be more furious
A gust of wind flies away the roofs of polythene
They spend the whole night under the open sky
in the knee water staring at the darkness of night
The rosy faces of the children has been grinded
O my dear brother, sister, mother and father
How can I spread my hand to relieve you
from this miserable suffering?
from the clutches of tyranny?
O Allah, please help.
Through The Soft Green Ground
Today I just rushed to the green leafy world Where it was only trees, bushes and crops The road is covered with big or small trees Welcome the passengers to go through and enjoy the world How fresh the air! My blood swirls with the fresh oxygen The eyes glow with this green sight My mind enchanted with the beautiful sight of Red, green and yellow blooming flowers The sun was playing with the clouds dark and light Deep and soft, sunny light What a wonderful rich life! I can’t but stay here Hay dirty and smoky town place Where life is haggling and jiggling Always suffer from suffocating wind O world, such a green world Descend on me forever and forever.
While Missing the Steering
While traveling by bike just I crossed it
Then turned back to the way of my destiny
After running about fifty feet, a group of people
Came to the sight suddenly walking along the road
What happened? My mind asked
I asked a man or woman
Someone replied, ‘an accident.’
No sooner had I heard the sound than
I saw the micro bus lay upside down
O my goodness!
Not a single died but all wounded
What a miracle! ‘O life, we are alive!’
They thought by themselves
A woman who was an operation patient
With her family members coming from a hospital
It was in full speed on the free road
The driver was playing with the steering
And the mistake was in his hand to whirl it
Directly hit the tree and fell to the ground upside down
We all walking, we all running, we some caring, we some careless
What would it be if paid little to our heart for reaching the goal
If the steering is not held
as it likes to go on the right track?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 01/10/2017
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