For The Queen
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Rahman Henry
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After the end of a long long winter night
I got no Spring, no south wind,
No velvet day, even,
There was no saffron afternoon!
I leapt over the mountains after mountains,
Crossed the seven waters,
Quickly the sky turned into crimson of Karbala;
Yet none was waiting there,
None to welcome me!
I never was in her dream, yet,
I dreamt of the queen who was never born in real,
Who only ruled over my imagination and dreams!
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