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Jul 2018
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.
Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh  22/M/Srinagar
(22/M/Srinagar)   
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   Rick and Keith Wilson
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