Poetry dedicated to Islam and the Ahlul Bayt (household Of the last Prophet of mankind)All poems written by Abu Shahbaaz Londoni , poems are copyrighted and maybe used in the promotion of Islam, however all printed material must contain the source or acknowledge the writer unless agreed by prior permission

My back is broken

Oh Abbas when your alam is risen and passes us by
We remember to get water for binte Hussain how hard you did try

On ashura this alam fell but we promise forever to hold it high
’till our death your name will always make us cry

When we want our wishes fulfilled Ya bab al Hawaij we ask
but we feel so very shy
We raise our hands in prayer yet ask one whose hands were severed from his side

Ya Abbas when I think of the arrow that pierced through your eye
And when you fell how Sakina started to weep and cry

And how Hussien ran, how Hussien ran
On his way he see’s the first and second hand
Then see’s his brother lying in the sand

But tell me Abbas one thing I cannot understand,
When you fell Abbas how did you land
For we cushion our fall my beloved Abbas
But you when you fell you had no hands

Each step your brother took more and more pain
Hearing you say Adrikini Ya Hussien Adrikini Ya Hussien

and do not take me back, to get water i did fail
Oh Abbas without you ,Sukaina will be slapped and stripped of her veil
Hussien looks at where your lifeless body does lay
Hussiens rises in grief and starts to say

Looking towards Najaf his eyes with dry tears filled.
Oh father Ali My back is broken my back is broken
My Brother Abbas has been killed

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