my religiosity
my ideology
my sociology
my psychology
my spiritual vision
different from yours
same house but different
doors ..and windows
we may follow the same
faith but we are paths
diverging course,
a drop of tear from a
mothers eye my ancestral
source ,,yes i am a shia
of course ..i dont have
to write it on my forehead
or cry out hoarse embedded
on the soul of my hearts poetry
is pain and remorse ..year after
year in black clothes with bleeding
heads we mourn a mothers loss ..
like the Euphrates non stop
tears from the river of our eyes
on the soul of humanity flows
what i am who i am is between
god and me .. he surely knows
