Poetry by a Youth on Arbaeen

                Migration to Utopia

Like a dove, I wish to fly to you
Oh Karbala, how I crave to visit you
More than a newborn in need of his mother
Or an orphan in need of warmth given by her father
I am like majnun in need of his Layla 

After nights of passion, madness, and affection
The thought of visiting you has become my addiction
The effect has made me mad and insane
The blood spelled in Karbala infused in my vein
I am a lunatic in need of his treatment

They say Depression is not good for the heart
But how can I be happy when we are apart
They say you shelter  and help the oppressed
But how about me my soul is deteriorating and suppressed
I am like a refugee in need of an asylum 

How lucky is the one who steps foot on ur soil
Where the lovers perished because they stayed loyal
Seems like the Angels have come to pay their homage
You see The Love for Heaven on Earth has no stoppage
I am like the stars trying to reach the heavens

How I desire to visit the grandson of Rasoolah
The son of Ali al Murtaza
The Light of Fatima al Zahra
The king of Karbala
I am like darkness in need of light

But here I am far far away from my destination 
Maybe I am not worthy for the blessed migration
Do not reject me for I have nothing
Visitation of you will let me die with something
I am like a servant in search for his master

The tears I've shed has caused me to become blind
Just like Yaqub, when Yusuf disappeared and they couldn't find
But regained his sight when Yusuf did appear
Help me by allowing me to come near
I am the created in search for his creator

How is it that I have fallen in love with you even though we haven't met
If you ask anyone it might seem like a Shakespeare script
This is a wish of a lover
To be in the city that isn't like any other
My lord do not let me die before I reach my beloved