Sayeed Abubakar Poet Blank verse

Aung San Suu Kyi

I cultivated roses in my garden;
I thought I would offer you a garland.
But when the flowers heard your name,
they all fell off in shame like dead leaves.

Now there are only thorns for you.

I cultivated birds in my forest;
I thought I would make you hear their songs.
But when they heard your name,
they all fell down dead in sorrow.

Now there is only hatred for you. 

[ Dedicated to the new Hitler of Myanmer, the killer of innocent people in Arakan ]

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