Muharram: The Islamic New Year

POETRY FORMAT, 11 Nov 2013

M. Ashaq Raza – TRANSCEND Media Service

Remember when I Karbala’s battle
Heart breaks up in pieces, crumble
Eyes fill with tears, blood scramble
Ears hear cries of innocent, tremble

Sweat waves, hairs arise, when I think
Banned when drop of water to drink
Killed all near and dears, one by one
Spared not the six months old even

How mercilessly cut Hussein’s head
Shown all over streets with hatred
Left none, except sick Zainul Abadeen
What scenario, imagine, had there been

Amidst oppression, genocide, tyranny
There was a narrow escape to humanity
Chances of survival though were bleak
Yet the truth prevailed out of defeat

Still people call terrorists to Muslims?
Whose new year starts with Muharram?
Tell, how should I say Happy New Year
Except holding heart, shedding tears

Dr. M. Ashaq Raza is a Peace worker and Human Rights Activist based in Jammu, India.


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