In what is becoming an annual tradition, this is my latest attempt at poetry/prose/vignette inspired by the events of Karbala. For last year’s poem, click here. For an explanation of the events of Karbala, click here.
We Don’t Sleep…
The wind that blows through the Walled City’s dusty ramshackle lanes
The tears that wash the pavement of the dust
The fallen petals whose beauty belies the heartbreak
The passion that flows in the veins of faithful
And pulsates with each heartfelt beat
Will the earth accept our humanity, the viscous drops in the sand
The rejection of finality – that which cannot be the end
But we carry on, we maintain, we remember
Nothing is forever, so we stay alive, either in being or in memory
We don’t sleep…
Meet Tim Blight
Writer, traveller, amateur photographer, teacher. Based in Melbourne and Lahore.