Rohingya Boy Orphan
i hear
at nightfall
as rainfalls
somewhere
in Cox’s bazar
across the river
a child’scrying voice
echoing eerily across the land
i see his tiny stretched hands
his little footprints on wet sands
poor little boy was found amidst
the chaos and confusion and noise
at the scene of massacre that claimed his mother
and ever since the boy calls for his mother at nightfall as rain falls.
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