MILES ACROSS - a poem about a moment that I have captured in words..

I have written this poem in summer of 2003 -a year since I had been on a pilgrimage to Karbala - in Iraq, to visit the Shrine of Imam Hussain (A.S.), Imam Ali (A.S.) Abbas Alamdar (A.S.) and Shohadaz (Blessed be their name).

The impact of the pilgrimage was very great on me, and a year later after my journey, I find myself sitting down to write my feelings in the form of my reflections.

This is poem I have written soon after finishing my X Std public exam. Enjoy it.

MILES ACROSS.

As I sit, a wind blows across my face,

across my soul

my heart dances with joy.

The ground below my feet

Is happy to hear the beating of my heart

My soul burns with Fire

The Fire which teaches me many things

The dew on the Grass

The pretty flowers in the Garden

The Mountain Stream

Or the River joining the Ocean

Everything teaches only one Lesson,

Has only one essence.

And then when the cloud is absorbed with a greyness

The silhouetted building

Standing against the clouded day-sky,

Even this seems to be telling me something

A cold breeze then blows across my face

And I am reminded of the wind

that blew on my face which picked up sand grains

from the vast wadi

those moments in Karbala.

Those winds and the sand grains

Really blow across

touching my vehicle

touching my soul

Telling me something

And then moves across

But the Best thing which

was shown to me was

The Direction Board

Which took me to a Paradise

Where I could forget

What had been left behind me

And what lies now beyond me

And just believe (in the now).

The glittering mirrors

Above my head

The smell of the sand-grains

Upon my feet.

It told me to

that it is really time now

to forget and forgive, and move on.

I wish that

One and All

Get the chance

to Experience this Glory

In life -

Over and Over Again!