Asghar Your mother weeps( a poem from the perspective of Bibi Rubab(as))when she reaches her home

Oh roof of my house be gone
How can I be covered ,when my son,in the deserts heat is alone

Oh candles do not give me light
Without my child, my days are now nights

Oh son without you, your mother is in grief
I suckled you, a mothers wish, but for a time so brief

I look in your cot and call out your name
Oh son I start to cry, my grief I can not contain

Look at this distraught mother, thirsty my son was taken from me
I can never forget my child and his blood drenched body

I can not eat, drink, or even sleep
Oh Asgher for you, your mother forever weeps

Oh sands of Karbala look after my child, he died with thirst
Oh desert you are now his mother.
For only six months her child this mother could nurse.