We are 300 Rohingya Muslims
The world labelled us ‘refugee’,
In Allah’s wide land, and sea and sky
We are pariahs,
Ways of profits for human traffickers
Columnists still relish our survival feats!
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Poetry
Cow Dung Collector
It attests to the irony we find in poor Khenti's copying the young girls who are exercising to lose weight and look smart to their bosses.
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Waves of Heat at our Town
It attests to the systematic techniques of exploiting the oppressed, ably used by the babus of our town year after year.
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A Dying Man
It attests to the certainity
of the ultimate hour that waits for everyone, be she big or small, rich or poor, lover or hater.
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The Selfie
It attests to the beauty which resides within. People should nurture it, and then harmony and peace will prevail in society.
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Four Poems by Nancy Ndeke
Love, a soldier, fierce and true,
In every heart, it finds its cue,
No boundaries, no chains can bind,
For love, forever, will eternally shine.
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Today I Have no Takers
It registers the pain and pathos of a day labourer whose life depends on the babus who hire or may not hire him to. clean his garden or gutter.
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It attests to the extreme vulnerability of war-torn Gaza-mothers whose children are dying day and night, making their mothers' laps empty.
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A Visit to an Old Age Home
It attests to the pains and the tragedy of our elderly family members who at their old days are discarded to old age homes by their beloved sons and daughters.
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A Boy
It attests to the joy a banjara boy finds while filling in an ant's hole with the sand he collects from his sides
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