Hope Is Healing

Why am I alone I hardly don't know?
Perhaps, I'm weak man surviving,
Often undervalued and offended
Not for being inferior but a Rohingya.

Is there any better chance for me?
Getting that I'm just a human proved
Striving and pondering I'm not like others
Treating me as an animal, who am I?

Sometimes, my heart feels so healed
Once I remember my intimate motherland
Tears in enjoyment, pain is my bosom
But hope is so healing that keeps tickling.