Reaching out with poetry In my last post I introduced Zayed, a ‘refugee/humanitarian’ working now in Bangladesh. Although he has and uses other outlets, here are two poems Zayed wrote about and for his fellow Rohingya. Home to Camp Miles away, rivers apart Screened off with demarcated fence Expelled out intentionally Though lived centuries together. As a friend As a brother As a sister Concerning to my creed and physique. Then hunted me as an alien Oppressed me as different belief Lost thousands of my people on bloodbath As Jews faced under Hitler. No residences to call homes No people to call neighbours Like the world without a Sun☀ Chucked me out to another landscape. Where limited space is designed for all Like a cage in a million birds But feels safe here Where serves humanity. Rohingya, the survivor Sound likes thunder rumbling Went up in smoke my homes Scream … Continue reading ‘Home to Camp’ and ‘Rohingya, the survivor’ by Zayed