The last poem I wrote was on the 1st of Muharram, and I wrote it as I watched them change the flag on the dome of Imam Hussein (a.s) from red to black.
I really want to write another poem, but every time I sit down to write, it's pretty much my last poem that I want to write out again, but with more intensity, more emotion, more yearning. It's frustrating only because I feel slightly useless not doing anything else for Ahlulbayt (a.s), but in a way, it's a relief knowing that the "flame is still burning".
Allahumma irzoqni ziyaratel Hussein (a.s)
It will come, iA.
ReplyDeleteOne thing I've realised is, forcing it out either produces nothing or something you hate. It'll flow naturally, trust me I know how frustrating it is when you're in that poetic mood but can't get anything down.
ReplyDeleteIt'll pass iA.