Once, my life was perfect,
Filled with hope, dreams,
With laughter and delight,
Full of love and fire inside.
They denied my studies,
Restricted my movements,
Reduced my dwelling,
Still I smile, still I smile.
They tortured my brothers,
And raped my sisters,
Took my parents away,
Still I smile, still I smile.
Devastated my home,
My people were persecuted,
Forced to flee my land,
Still I smile, still I smile.
Rendered me homeless,
And left me hopeless,
Labeled me a refugee,
But still I smile and smile.
Surviving in the camp,
After lossing everything,
Still I smile, still I inspire,
That's me, a Rohingya.
One day, I'll rise from ashes,
I'll rebuild my life from rubble,
Out of the darkest of nights,
Then, I'll rise, soar and fly.
© Mohammad Erfun Amin
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