The Pulse Of My Homeland

The Pulse of My Homeland


I was born in a land of gentle winds
Innocence wrapped around me like sunlight
Now, there is no room for tears
Because Arakan has become a dream I can no longer touch.

Arakan, you are the pulse of my heart
A place where my blood was shed in silence
Each night, I see you in my dreams
But waking up without you leaves me empty.

I look at the sky, once endless and free
And remember the laughter that resonated with friends
Now, I sit in silence
Surrounded by memories of those I’ve lost
Left behind in the diaspora that scattered us all.

Still, the moments we shared refuse to diminish
Like whispers in the wind
They remind me of the life we had
A life that now feels worlds away.

My heart aches when I see others laugh
Living a life I can no longer claim
I feel the sting of lost freedom
As children struggle for education
Held back from the future that should be theirs.

Tears rise when I see the flag of my motherland
Waving in a sky I cannot return to
I long to stand on the soil I once knew
To breathe in the scent of rain-soaked earth
And hold the pieces of my past in my hands.

If I could close my eyes forever
And find myself back in those moments
Oh, Arakan, how I miss you
You are more than a memory—
You are the essence of who I am
Until my spirit is free
My heart will always belong to you.