Myanmar’s Rohingya.

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O’ people of Rohingya,
You’re the fallen heroes;
You’re like those tiny seeds
That will grow.
The tables will turn,
No more will the ashes burn,
So strengthen your faith,
If they want they can hate.
Fear them not;
They will be caught,
In the court of the greatest,
Under the light of the fairest.
So be like a knight,
Do not give up but fight,
Fight till you die,
Your place will be in Jannah so high.
Humanity is asleep,
Looking at them don’t you weep?
Wake-up kingdom of the blind,
Think from your heart and not mind.
Embrace them with your open arms;
Don’t you want to share your flowering farms?
So let not the blood spill,
Let them not be killed.
O’ People of Rohingya,
Do not let the hope slide,
Hold on to it tight,
For you’re in our hearts,
Even if your soul departs.

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Kitchen Art

I finally decided that i should try my hand on canvas after all I always wanted to; and what better way to start by painting for a friend who wanted to decorate her kitchen. Here i used a small 20×20 cm canvas (pure cotton). The art is personalized according to her taste of course. She shares the love of tea and pizza with me though 😉
I hope you like it.

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A summer day.

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The afternoon of a summer day,
With wind blowing towards the bay
She’d walk miles and away
Watching the clouds as they turn grey

The sweat on her forehead,
As she walks with small footsteps
Pondering about her existence
Asking why life is a pretense?

Not knowing what to expect
Its the hard work she respects
Hoping one day to break the chains
But she remembers somethings when it rains.

Days go on as one by one
And the time slips and run.
Leaving her old & wise
Its the journey that matters
Not the miles.

The sun descends and the night falls
The voices in her head dances and calls.

Closing her eyes, she cant sleep
It’s hard watching her eyes weep.

If i knew how to stop the bleed
Years would feel shorter than a leap

Thousand times I have died
Watching her smile
As she lied,

Hiding her emotions so easily
Making them believe foolishly

But I can’t take it no more
Now my eyes are soar
And I have become a burning coal.

My ashes are on the ground
Its dreadful as it sounds

Goodbye for as we’ll meet again,
Perhaps on a summer day
I promise our lives wont be grey!

Black hole

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Morning to noon
I asked the night to come soon
To rest my agonizing soul,
Inside me was a burning coal.
Never did i notice
my heart was torn into pieces,
Mending it would only break
That’s why I wanted someone to take.
And throw it in the lake
But it came to me every time
As if forgiveness wasn’t ready to accept my crime.
Can i blame my hilarious fate?
It taught me how easy it was to hate.
And when the night would befall
uneasiness would recall,
from within my mind
i couldn’t escape even if i was blind.
felt enveloped in the arms of hell
this is one of my stories that i want to tell.