Truth Is We Haven't Felt Him (Hussain) ! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

The sunken centuries and the seasonal sighs
Martyrdom, mystery, or a marvel
Who am I, after all?
Just an emotion?
Or mere a celebration?
Taboo or fast spreading trend.
Or just a fashion?
Come, see me with the eyes awake
Before partying, read aloud my road
Before picturing me out, walk into my life
I'm a faith committed to the truth
I'm a historic stand
A person accompanied by sincere comrades
I advocate the human dignity
I oppose the disorder
I'm not an easy-to-use tear
I'm beyond this and beyond that
Before being grief, I'm a strong ground
I'm an undying idea
I'm a lifelong ideology
I'm perfected in practice
Tragic I... Trashed I
I'm an appeal to the human sigh
Neither a Shia nor a Sunni
Neither a Muslim nor a Non-Muslim
I'm a human history
A wounded, poetic soul
Wedded to peace, I'm serenity
Never an ego, never ever the supremity
I'm the humblest manifesto
My loss is remembered
My pain is largely sung
But what of my very manifesto?
Was Yazeed the only one?
Didn't he have followers?
Was I an only one?
Didn't I have relatives, followers, and friends?
Where are they vanished today?
Why I'm left all alone?
Why I'm being pitied.
Why I'm being wept on?
Yeah, please carry it on
You miss me. You cry. You weep.
Fine.
Why don't you accompany me?
Many yazeedis are out there
Everywhere they are plenty in numbers
Every street enlarges them
Ihave been murdered over and again
I haven't been embraced
You lie. You do the drama.
I've been an emotional emblem...
My name turns you innocent
It makes you tearful
It calms your fire
It instigates you strangely
It revives you partly
But after a while, I'm slept for ages
I'm enveloped back to dates
I'm synchronized to calendars
You are the same again.Timed in & timed out...
Ah, the formal I... The commodified I
The blurred I. The broken I.
I cry over you, I, infact, cry upon me.
Still afresh. Still intense
But an inapplicable idea
Explain to me who you are
Do you know me to the soul?
Am I your leader, your Imam, or your warrior?
Then why do you turn your back to me?
Where do you run away today?
Why do you disrespect me?
Why do you discolor me distastefully?
Why do you densely destroy me?
Why do you falsely decorate me?
Why do you derange me?
Why don't you just feel my philosophy?
A lip service... And I'm flipped down...
Imagine... that's what you're doing to me
You're betraying me, comrades!
You're hiding the free air.
You're blocking the bold me.
You don't save me. You can't do it ever.
You've suffocated me, instead.
Don't do it ahead if you don't stand by me!
I've been but a fabricated fact
My forehead has been cropped out so badly
You chop me down all the way!
You, my Muslim mates you're doing this all!
You're drying my neck!
The truth is you've forgotten me;
You're off to my revolution;
I've been turned to a heartache
My heart-wrenching story has been revealed
I've been packed and over packed;
Haven't ever been wisely regarded;
Haven't ever been sincerely followed on.
My love to you has been mistaken out;
Your love to me has been depthless.
I'm made spoken to you
You don't listen to my lyrics;
You're not versed to my vessels;
You're not known to my arteries;
You just do the day and I'm over.
You go killing me softly
You do it with all your heart
You leave me parched
You ignore my ink
You've politicized me
You've militarized me
You've mocked at me
You've meshed me down
You call me selfless, but you're selfish today
You call me hero, but you cage people today
You've thrown upon me an endless mist
You worship the misty me
You have metaphorised me
You undo my ism
You massacre my monument
Deep down you're stranger to me
I'm stranger to you, and that is the truth!
Visible yet beyond vision
Worded down yet beyond wisdom
How much more? Stop it for humanity's sake!
Where's the caravan?
What's been the progress?
A few hacks.. and enoughed again..
Ah, the poor me.
You deceive me, my son.
You hurt me, my daughters.
You are unkind to me, my fellows.
Over a thousand years, and I'm still buried
Why cannot I live with peace?
Why can't I be yours?
Why don't you be who you pretend out to be?
Ah, the alien me. The stuck me. The zipped me.
Don't adorn me.
Don't display it.
Don't fake it out.
Listen, please walk my way, my follows
Or else don't take me like a contract!
Don't compromise me publicly.
Standing with yazeeds, and remembering me?
You oppress me the most
You suppress my spirit
Yazeed couldn't crash me down, but you do
You do it daily
Smiling with tyrants, you torture my cores
Hugged to my enemies, you debase me
You dim down my legacy
You cheat me out
As if I'm a nothing but marketed mundanity...