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Not just the tumult, even silence may beat tonight
Each syllable of rhythm may get defeat tonight

When words become futile to express the sorrow
For God sake—tell me—what shall I repeat tonight

And somewhere in deserts of Iraq—Shimr yelled
"I will behead Husayn, if he didn't retreat tonight"

F, N and few more have stormed the love treasure
These are the men who don't look neat tonight
Husayn was grandson of Prophet Muhammad, brutally martyred in Karbala, by the army of Yazid.
Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight

What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight

My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?

He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight

Mirza, your phone is ringing since evening
Who told you to deny her call tonight?
Poet can make you cry, while recalling his past. Hold on and wipe your tears, there is even more grief.
In the line of Abraham and Ismail took a sacrifice
To save the truth from the hands of falsehood, vice
Imam Hussain along with seventy two paid the price
Which made their direct path  enlightened to paradise

Truth encountered falsehood with force of faith, belief
For sake of eternity humanity saved by decision of chief
As a verdict of God it was but an eternal declared relief
Blood of innocents for times to come became eternal grief

Till edge of eternity blood  of martyrs blossom to celebrate
The battle of Karbala as a symbol of sacrifice is event great
No one no words can  ever be able to its essence translate
Only staunch and true lovers can associate and ameliorate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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