10th Muharram!

19 Dec

Blood on cheeks
Six months in the hand
Sacrifice of peeks
Pouring the hot sand

The delicate gem torn in peices
No craft man can rebuild
Horses participating in wild races
Each thinking he killed

Solid rock like stone
Water has played its game
Hurting The Man’s backbone
While thirst remains the same

Master piece of eighteen years
It all went for goal
Leaving nothing but tears
Pain for pure soul

Alone in the whole field
Still unacceptable is, defeat
A call comes to yeild
‘O’ satisfactory soul, retreat

Victory shall be thou
Promise will be fulfilled
Its time to come to bow
A prayer has to be build

Xain GardeXi

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