love’s demands are akin

to walking on shattered

glass

you’re bound to bleed

so cry at your fate

this very moment

as you’ll cry tomorrow anyways

through the incurable pain of today

if you or I come out alive

albeit dead this

very moment

none but us know this lie

we are bound to die

so cry and lament

wail and beat your chest

I’ll throw my veil

to prove my plight

like Zainab

in separation and death

from her beloved Hussayn

are we destined this

poisonous drink

Yahweh Yahweh

Ram Ram

Ya Allah