In The Memory Of Mrtyrs, Flowers In Flames, Voll 2 Poem by Matloob Bokhari

N THE MEMORY OF MRTYRS
MATLOOB BOKHARI
Country: Pakistan


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