Poem written by: A. Sadia
One night I heard a knock on my door;
Who can it be, I wasn’t quite sure.
I open the door and am filled with glee;
The visitor ahead is no stranger to me.
I welcome the guest with utmost delight;
For I know it has come to give me respite.
An air of happiness fills the space;
My home now seems, a better place!
Have you any clue who this visitor could be?
Yes! It’s Ramadhan,the month of mercy.
The pious and righteous can’t await its arrival;
Others seem to greet it, with waves of denial.
For Allah …

Ramadaan is once more around the bend
which means putting sins to an end;
The musjids will suddenly be full
while the smoker won’t take his toxic pull;
All the Muslims will be on the fast
while those who are ‘fast,’ their sins will cast;
The hearts will be rid of its rust
and the barely used Qurans of its dust;
Women will eagerly don their cloaks
which for them, the rest of the year was a joke;
Men will gladly beards sprout
although the rest of the year they left it out;
Ramadaan comes once a year
but, for the rest of …