Poetry

THE NAME I BELONG IS REAL ONE By Ro Zaw Win

Written by Editor

In Myanmar by face I’m named
Bengali
In Bangladesh by habit I’m named
Burmese
In the mouth of UN what I see, my name
is refugee
I’m confused for what they named me
is unacceptable for a true inherited
person who is full of evidences in hand
that prove and name me is what
That is a Rohingya, an old name of my forefathers

The dignity that my body and my desire waiting to hear once from all by a name
that is a Rohingya, an old name of my
forefathers

In talking my heart doesn’t listen it,
a fake name that makes me imitation in
shape and the way of whole life get suffered

Just waiting to let you all know
from where I’m descended and with what name I’m called
that is a Rohingya, an old name of my
forefathers

(30-09-2019)

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.