My Life By Pacifist Farooq Here’s my life in brief… I was a frog in a well, A prisoner in the jail of fresh air. In the dark, dark cosmos, No days, just nights, nights. A small cormorant survives the genocide waves by being flung, crashing into the world’s strangeness. Storm of racism, of hate – This is my life. Just like an action movie In which you are the gangster. Just like an actor who cannot discover his lines In Arakan, they kill and bury you under the treasure of human rights. 34