In The Memory Of Mrtyrs Poem by Matloob Bokhari

IN THE MEMORY OF MRTYRS
MATLOOB BOKHARI


I read with sorrow the pages of history
The stories of atrocities by cruelest men
History is weeping like rain in telling me
It is not new innocent blood, it is very old blood
Yesterday they killed little boys with big arrows
Today they are killing babes with deadly bombs
Eternal is the glory of the memory of Hussain
Deep desires of Yazeed are despaired in darkness