EU/ECHO photo
By
Sheshu Babu
No place to live
(Large numbers of Rohingya in Bangladesh and Myanmar)
In this wide world,
With scorching heat or biting cold,
Rohingyas face forceful evictions
Due to tyranny of south Asian nations
No place to live in any nation
No space for conversation
They are left to wander
Their lives torn asunder
Their appeals go in vain
No government listens to their pain
Despite human rights groups criticism
Their plight is engulfed in scepticism
They are staring at divinity
Losing hope in humanity
Daily risk of looting, rape and murder
Have been taking place in large numbers
When will they live with dignity
Without fear and timidity?
They are looking at the light
From dark tunnels of the night
Plea in Courtroom
(Justice for Noura Hussein sentenced to death in Sudan)
Your honor!
Judge me not for murder
But the circumstances that led
To commit the crime I had
To save myself from the horror
That destroyed my life and career
Your honor!
I am a young girl like any other
With a fervent desire
For a bright future
But my aspirations were nipped in the bud
By male hegemony that deeply bruised
My heart and soul
Creating a wide hole
Your honor!
Please hear
What could I, a helpless woman do
When even parents fait accompli to
To the rapist without my consent
Left me lonely, defenceless, discontent?
Your honor!
Think of my future
Consider my situation
Before pronouncing your intention
Sheshu Babu
The writer from anywhere and everywhere is interested in the betterment of the whole world. Whenever the writer ponders on the question ‘who am I?’ He finds response from Bhupen Hazarika lyric (Bengali),’Ami ek Jajabor’ (I am a gypsy).
Some works have appeared in Countercurrents.org, Dissidentvoice.org, Counterview.org, counterview.net, Velivada.com, etc.
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