A dewy bud
All of 6 months
Came along with
All of them
In the scorching heat
To the land
Called Karbala
He weathered the scorching heat
Not once did he complain
His thirst spoke for itself
And he decided to fight his own case
With parched lips and tired eyes
He pleaded his case
Under the hot sun
In the desert plains
Of Nainawa
They listened to his case
Thought for sometime
And Instead of water
Seared his neck with
A three headed Iron arrow
He did not complain
Did not whimper
He thought to himself
While he was taking his
Last breath !
My father is already
So saddened and tired
He quietly with a smile
Bid farewell to one and All
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