The Holy Month
Ya Ramadan, holiest of all months
With luxurious scent of the bitter almonds.
A month of forgiveness and piety,
I proclaim Allah as my God, and no diety;
Ya Ramadan that clothed my heart with deen
And made me worry not 'bout how life had been.
The month where all worries turn to joy,
When Allah says all sins He shall destroy;
Ya Ramadan Oh Ramadan leaveth not yet,
For I'm loving your company that makes me forget-
The soothingness of pain and the hurt of smiles,
Like dancing to ukulele and sliding on tiles;
Ya Ramadan the purifier of souls,
I'm paying my dues in Dua and settling my tolls,
Make me newer before you leave again, Ya Ramadan,
I just wanna be me, not necessarily Jagaban!
#GaliDaPoet #Ramadan Series #2024
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