My Country, My Home

My country is under a siege
People continually wallow in pain
Everywhere is in confusion;
Masses continually kill like sheep,

I dream of my home country
Where my friends waited my return
That I truly miss my home;
Myanmar wails for her lost folks,

Fire and blood, missionaries and victims
Everything turned into grass field
The ground cries for its companies
Today the heavy clouds of war;
Enshroud your wonderful face,

Where are my sons, family and loyal guard
In empty homesteads chill winds reign
Spread in far land across the ocean;
Like little birds weep for their dead mom.

Mohammed Arshad Amin
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/10/2023

Poet's note: This poem is about my feeling for my motherland because I'm now surviving in the world largest refugee camp in Bangladesh since August,2017.
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