When the New Year turns,
I'm not a civilian like you are
Under decades-long operations,
Just like an inventory-item
Even when I live in the country where I was born,
I can't name it as mine like you do
Without identity,
Just like an immigrant
Even when I breath the sky’s air,
I'm not human like you are
Without a reliable undertaker,
Just like a loner
Even when I watch the sunrise,
I'm not a living like you are
Without the fertility of hope I live,
Just like a sandcastle
Despite living on the apex of inhumanity
And the direness of immorality
I'm quite surrounded.
My skin trembles
Just to feel once the full meaning of freedom
My heart wishes
Just to walk once like in my own world
Nowadays, no one is like me
Only myself
Just a Rohingya!
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