HOPE is HEALING

Why am I alone I hardly don't know?

Perhaps, I'm weak man surviving,

Often undervalued and offended 

Not for being inferior but a Rohingya.

Is there any better chance for me?

Getting that I'm just a human proved

Striving and pondering I'm not like others

Treating me as an animal, who am I?

Sometimes, my heart feels so healed

Once I remember my intimate motherland

Tears in enjoyment, pain is my bosom

But hope is so healing that keeps tickling.