Don't Wake Me Poem by Tabassum Kaniz

I heard the story
A 15-year-old girl, on the line, was shot.
On the barbed wire fence,
remained hung.
Until nobody came to the spot.

I don't know the girl
don't know her land
I just know that
I'm not guilty
and the gun wasn't in my hand.
I don't know her
Just concern about me.
I am the conscience
Don't wake me!


I watched millions of people,
crossing border,
escaping from the city of Myanmar.

Millions of children
are naked,
millions of girls
are raped.

Some say they are Rohingyas,
Some think they are foreigners,
Some say they are Bengalis,
To everyone else, they are refugees.
But,
What does it matter to me?
I am in a deep sleep
Don't wake me!


I am petrified
my paradise is burning.
We want 'Aazadi! '
no dividing.

Children are mum
What to say?
Jammu, or Kashmir
Where to stay?
Pain is everywhere
bloodshed on the snow
Sadly enough,
It'll led us nowhere.
I should wake up
But,
What can be done by me?
I'm in a deep sleep
Don't wake me!