ROHINGYA DREAM

In the heart of the night, a dream takes flight, Of lands once bright, now lost from sight. Rohingya, they whisper, in shadows they scream, Of a world that is just, where they dare to dream. A home where the sun kisses their skin, Where the winds carry songs of peace within. No more the harshness, no more the pain, Only the promise of sun after rain. They dream of a place where children can play, Where hands hold each other, come what may. A world that embraces, no borders to keep, Where hearts beat together, no longer in sleep. The Rohingya dream, though the journey is long, They carry their hope in a heart full of song. For one day, they know, their voices will rise, And a home will await beneath endless skies.