A CRY OF ROHINGYA BABY

---- AZIZUL HAKIM

When I came in my dear world
I amazed watching its beauty.
When I`m touched by the hand of my lovable mother
I was wondered with joy.
I came out to my neighbor
Their dear affection dissolved my heart.
I spread my eyes to the nature
Which are blowing by breeze.
I felt that the world is really beautiful .

Suddenly a gusty wind came into our locality
I saw a mob with fire, bullet, sword and knife
I puzzled, what type men they are !
They are really men !
I did not see such a man ever
They burnt our beautiful house,
They jabbed my sweet father,
Snatched wearing clothes
From my lovely mother`s body
And gang raped;
Then they Chopping with sharp sword
And threw my mother,
Threw my father into blazing fire .