THE KING OF A HEART
Soe Raza
RB Poem
April 15, 2013
THE KING OF A HEART
I’m the King of my Heart;
It possesses all things that I want;
The world is not larger than my Heart;
As all I want is Everything!
It has unseen Eyes and Ears!
It sees and hears with no Fears!
It feels thousands of pretties at a glance!
With its secret spiritual dance!
It tells though no Secrets of its Own;
Dying in hunger for the Crown!
It asks no breads or burgers;
Waiting for the pleasure of silence in danger!
It can cross thousands of miles in Patience;
When it in locks with a Romance.
It sings in tune with melodious weathers;
It flies in a height with full of feathers.
It builds the Castles in the air;
It dreams of a Princess in care.
While having no attire!
But it’s free and far away from this earth;
Seeking the peace, and peace in love;
It wanders here and there;
With scanty crocodile tears;
While the burden of secrets hides at rear!
It asks hundreds of questions at a time!
It is of identity of its own!
When a peak of thousand waves risen by;
With gushing blood of thereby!
Finally, I find the answers leaving a gap;
‘It is no democracy and peace with a roadmap’.
It discovers many a Kingdom;
With the Pillars of equal right and freedom.
It is worthier than the Holy Kaaba!
For its sufficient space to Al-Mighty Allah;
Don’t break the heart of such King;
Who lives in a world of Dream;
As Allah hears every single scream!
Soe Raza is a social activist for Rohingyas’ citizenship rights & student at International Islamic University Malaysia pursuing a degree in Master in Pharmaceutical Sciences (Pharmacology).
Author’s note: This poem was adapted from my own experience of previous time when it had been composed partially in 2002. But now, it was mainly and solely aimed for those poor Rohingyas who have been dreaming of having a peaceful time in Myanmar ((Burma) with a decent meal, sweetheart when there is equal rights and freedom prevail for all without the existence of any constitutional differentiation policy. It was also aimed to express the characters of few Rohingya leaders who dreamt of building castles (Arakan) in the air without having any concrete step or strong determination with solemn commitment. Finally, through this poem, I’d like to convey a predictable message that Al Mighty may take a revenge against those ill tyrants, 969 monks, miscreants, and the Rakhine or Buddhist extremists of Burma who have been carrying ‘The Hidden/Open Genocide’ against the world’s most persecuted Muslim minority (Rohingya) and other ethnic Burmese Muslims who are often helpless and defenceless.
