Rohingyans Poems

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Where The Peace, Suu kyi?

Where The Peace, Suu kyi? short poem

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

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March

March short poem

And then March arrives. Summer again. The neem trees smile, They have to flower, Only they can defeat the sun, And remind us, Once again, ‘I bear this for the earth to cool somewhere’ While others dry, droop and fall,

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I close my eyes, I see a face, Time has passed at a splendid pace, It was a scorching sunny day, With rains of happiness on the way, A day to remember, a day to dare, I was to promise

Woodland Wonder

Woodland Wonder short poem

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now short poem

It is so different now. Not at all what it used to be. By just opening the eyes, Could wriggle off the demons From eating me alive. Yes, that was all it required, then To feel safe again, by just

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come ode

It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

No Excuse

No Excuse prose poem

You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of

Reality

Reality short poem

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate. Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy

Falling Seed

Falling Seed short poem

This world was too much. to him. Sometimes he wanted to go insane. (He was talking to himself) . He cared too much of things and people around him, but it splits like a dry pod, the life, in throes

My Father

My Father short poem

Days and months make my years But your presence alone serves a thought. We might leave sweet potatoes and cassava to rot But your presence alone reminds me your patience. Your dignity is like a great river that flow heavens’

An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By

O Soil

O Soil elegy

Soil, Don’t be fertile more, Don’t be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don’t conceive any green more, Don’t conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers, are sharpening their axes. O Soil, Rather become a desolate

A Love Story

A Love Story short poem

Once upon a time I saw a boy For what I should do, I didn’t know He had a face bright as the morning’s sun I could realize it as he was just sitting after me in the same row.

Stones In Crypt

Stones In Crypt short poem

It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.

Education Today

Education Today short poem

Education ought to bring us out of dark Ought to take us to lights bright Ought to enrich our knowledge And make our cognitive powers sharp. But is it true of it today? Does it open new vistas? Does it

Sidmouth Seafront 2: Hele Cove

Sidmouth Seafront 2: Hele Cove long poem

It’s around mid-Spring, the sunshine’s out But there’s still a tinge of winter wind. And once again, we’re standing On a little cove beach, looking out At the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean. But why? My sister’s running around, Collecting shells and

Jack And The Box

Jack And The Box long poem

Ladies and gents, You don’t know Jack. Hence I wax poetic To remedy that. Jack has a knack For following the pack. This fool dives in the pool To swim with the rules. He doesn’t judge it lame To remain

I Kid You Not

I Kid You Not short poem

My eyes tell always: ‘I shan’t! ‘ when people want the hunters’ hunt, yet, in their hunt I have been caught, I kid you not. At times I’m Arthur and Merlin, my thoughts as swords come out and in, Aye,

I Am But An Autumn Leaf

I Am But An Autumn Leaf short poem

I’m but an Autumn Leaf
, Twirling, swirling with winds I play
 And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet
, The crowning glory now lost and sway 
All my greens are now russets, yellows,
Rambling, roving in golden meadows
 I sing soft songs

In Purgatorio?

In Purgatorio? short poem

Sometimes I imagine, I am free: free to come out from a diagram, to bring inside out. Ultimately rescued from the ancestors, and ready to face my unborn children. An apparition sneaks in. Transgender? Half human, half god? There is

Homonym

Homonym short poem

Don’t you agree with my ability to loosen up on our times in no night? A river thing was flowing through foliaged silence. In deranged hour of the neck tie, you throw up obscenity on road. What? Chicken hearted? Sickle

Frivolous

Frivolous short poem

Motionless within the ambit of moon, the rain squirms and flickers under the street light in the vacuous silence of a monolith. A cricket walks on a cloud and starts the lightning. The urn was blind, fills up with grief.

Sysiphus

Sysiphus prose poem

Since Sysiphus had been driven out of Hell, as a punishment for his rebellion, and since it was written on its entrances that he is a persona non grata – since that old time, Sysiphus is still carrying up his

The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

The Boomerang Bird

The Boomerang Bird short poem

The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,

14th January – A day never forgotten

14th January   A day never forgotten short poem

This day is here again, Its the same one as before… Yet completely different in itself, By just a few contradicting things… Feelings had bloomed, After a long unending winter.. I yearned for a companion, And found you along the

Against Deportation

Against Deportation short poem

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

We have no death

We have no death short poem

Our love is not the stuff of legends, of poisons, of letters written with blood. ours is the gentle, everyday love. of fingers run through hair. of legs thrown upon legs. of little things. of wearing each other’s clothes. of

Fogging

Fogging short poem

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking the toes,

Do You Know This Girl?

Do You Know This Girl? prose poem

Do you know this girl? I wonder if you do. I know her now, but not as this mysterious, silent, sad figure. What is she looking for? Did she find it? The girl in the photo. Because she will grow

Why My Assignment Was Late

Why My Assignment Was Late short poem

Oh procrastination How you’ll be the death of me You get worse and worse the closer I get to graduation I guess we’ll just have to wait and see If you get me put on academic probation After you arrived,

I Loved A Man

I Loved A Man short poem

In the budding days of youth In the spring time of growing mind While dreaming of being a Woman I loved a Man Question do I pose myself Why did I love him? Thousand times answer echoes It was his

Forbidden..

Forbidden.. short poem

Behind closed doors bated breath, clasped hands, flesh caught fire.. Under the table lips lock, messy hairs clothes swung on the floor.. Fingers carving art on her chest; waists quiver… as he let his love enter her Softer spots… Deeper

You Can’t Steal A Man’s Thunder

You Can’t Steal A Man’s Thunder long poem

Did I ever tell you of that time I watched You skinny dipping in Wauconda bay… The moon was full and bright, nothing was Hidden outta sight…I swore someday Somehow in this lifetime I would make You mine… Well and

Siachen Avalanche

Siachen   Avalanche prose poem

O you callous peaks of Siachen Cruel have been your whims illogical and insane beyond words To unleash your deadly powers on dutiful soldiers at work was not an act of bravado but the most condemnable deceit . Look every

Open Or Closed

Open Or Closed short poem

When it comes to you landing gently in your soul, and plants its loving seed. How do you accept? With a heart full of gracious thanks that wipe away all those long, dark and lonely nights. Or treat it with

Trembling

Trembling short poem

Sparks are dimmed. No use collecting them. I will burn my home to get light. My god was sleeping. Let me use the night goggles. On the ridge walks a silhouette of limping buddha, his neck broken. I did not