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In the Name of God بسم الله
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After all you're my soul But sure you own it sole Can i pray and loudly say Do come with no delay Eyes and heart are so dark Fill it up with your spark Good days will come too Heaven is what but you I will cry but so shy Judge me from my eye Knowing you what shall I do Love, adore, and still due My only one under the sun Needy and lost; to you shall run Only if I; glimpse you and die Peaceful I can close my eye Question me for what i see Really you; not her, him nor we Seeing you but; eyes will not shut Truly from your face to glut (يشبع) Under my skins moving in my veins Vanished is myself and you reigns (يسيطر) When earth as a whole in your hands fall X-large or small you will own it all You’re my Mahdi my holy grandee (النبيل) Zoom in my heart you made dandy (مدهش) In every letter I wrote to you thy LOVE My Divine Lord just look above. Note: each line of this poem starts with the alphabetical letters from A to Z. Beirut in 20/6/2012 #عبد_الاشتر
A Painting of YOU I took once my colors to paint YOU Truly from where to start I have no clue The images i have are really so few What elements I should have in my view? Let my picture have a sky & let it be blue Also a river with the same color too It will include a sun? yellow! I knew Then four roses standing in a queue Blue will be two while red the other two Finally a white horse with a beautiful cue I started with blue and painted the sky Blue is for YOU and thus it is high The river was wide and I can stand by It also was clear crystal like an eye Then it was the sun yellow as in July Was shining but dare toward it to pry Later the four flowers; blue, red and shy YOU are the fifth but not with them why? I then painted the horse, white I apply It was gorgeous; you can ride you can fly Finally I am painting YOU; Oh my GOD, NO Who can just imagine what i really saw The blue sky is crying blood you know? The river as well has stopped to flow The Sun wishes to be down and even below I can hear her moan, listen to her crow Begging a cloud to avoid seeing the show the four flowers fainted and has no glow They became red not anymore blue; nor in row Moving in circles, the horse holds his tow The tears in his eyes; he is trying to stow Not white but also with red as cut by a saw Standing up sometimes then kneeling so slow What happened to my painting why all is red? It’s blood! It left the paper! All over it spread I can feel the dim; black is all over shed It is YOU in my picture but why with no head? Why YOU are sleeping? why with no bed? Where is the horse? why this lady instead? Why she is holding YOU up? what she said? Why she has no veil? I can't look ahead The flowers are moving bleeding and shred They surround YOU all, but one just sped She screamed “MY SON” are you really dead? “MY SON HUSSEIN” to whom I shall dread #عبد_الاشتر
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