Iraq,a war torn country,
Amidst tight security,
Through a jungle of barricades,
And through a throng of people one must wade,
To reach the shrine of Imam Hussain.
At his shrine lies heaven,
A paradise that defies description,
Around you a jostling crowd, mourning,
Chanting his name and beseeching,
Yet,all noise is lost, no barrier,
Only you and Hussain the martyr.
You are at peace,
A Spritual bliss,
As the bars' of his shrine you kiss,
He listens,to him nothing is amiss,
What you have come for you will be granted,
No One  leaves empty handed.
Time spent at his shrine,
Is divine.
Lost in his spirituality so intense,
Sudden shouts of the guards bring you to your sense,
"Move, move, make way",
As you leave you promise yourself to return another time or day.
That is the spritual power of Hussain,
That pulls you to his shrine again and again.
25/7/2019.