The Scent of Karbala
This scent seems familiar
A scent that lives within me
Since the day I stopped crying;
in my cradle hearing یا حسین
This is the same scent
appearing every year with a moon
giving calm to my grief
For I forget my own grief
And I mourn for you یا حسین
I feel this scent nearing again
bringing pain like a needle
piercing through my heart
sewing it back with the thread of peace
Oh what is this magic in your love یا حسین?
I wonder where this scent comes from
It spreads across the widths of my house
to the balcony where the scent gets stronger
I look up at the sky and my eyes are transfixed
at a shirt stained with blood and torn apart
Is this the scent of your blood یا حسین?
-Baneen
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