Whispers of Rohingya

To another side, we somehow did steer, Relieved beating hearts, banishing all fear. Yet lost in uncertainty, where do we tread? Landed, drenched souls, on an unknown spread. No sand 'neath our feet, no sky's gentle veil, Chests heavy with tears, a heartrending tale. Seeking refuge and shelter, where to remain? On the shores of Bangal, we face life's harsh rain. Stripped of our homes, we flee to the unknown, A shelter to find, hearts heavy as stone.
Upon Bangal's coast, with only clothes on our frame, This journey of hope, we'll eternally claim.