At Myanmar-Bangladesh Border Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Burning homes,
Burning rivers,
And we all
Eat bullet here.

We have not committed
Any offense,
They termed us
Muslim minority,
And we have no right
To live.

We told them
We are human,
But they are
Not ready to
Accept us as men.

We are not beasts,
We are not terrorists,
We want nothing, but
We are in need of
Some land to
Build shelter
To save ourselves
From the sun and
The rain.

We want to live
In peace
With some food
And some water.
On humanity grounds
Give us something, dear.