He stood tall with no bends
The Prince of Karbala, Al-Husayn
Holding his Father's Sword,
His legacy, the Legendary 'Thulfeqar'
On the battle ground, he stood;
Firm, determined, resolute and burnt
He was all alone
His Army martyred
Their blood spilt,
Soaked in the sands
Still glimmering, sparkling pure
There were of course, The Royale Al-Hashyms
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
