O’ Mehdi know we came knocking upon your door
But your house did not know how long you’d be gone for
* * *
O’ Mehdi your lovers by the night were taunted
Of a leaderless dawn for us it had hinted
Worried, we gathered and your house we confronted
A last glimpse of our beloved is all we wanted
Would it be that our Imam would not say goodbye?
We complained to your house in the tears we would cry
* * *
Your tongue stories of a holy bloodline retold
And left our hearts enthralled by a household of gold
You were the last glimpse of beauty from this household
Even patience tires of this love that we hold
So tell us O’ he who love of Mohammed taught
Does one instil love then leave his lover distraught?
* * *
We asked your house of your absence and your return
It gave no reply, turned away without concern
To which house and to which door are we left to turn?
All we wanted O’ Mehdi is from you to learn
Does a teacher teach his student for but a while
And leave him untaught in a world vast and vile
* * *
We were directed to a small and darkened cave
We arrived and missed the presence that we still crave
Asking for the selfless heart, that hearts, it would save
Asking for he who promised to golden roads pave
Asking for a last glimpse or a final farewell
A story that to our children we may retell
* * *
Waiting for your return, the days became like years
Soothing our patience, a fire, with burning tears
Left like an orphan on a road scattered with fears
Crying loud enough, hoping that his beloved hears
Left without even hands to wipe our orphaned heads
We’d raise our own hands and for you would touch our heads
* * *
(London – 27/08/12)