The month is near upon us,
when we come alive.
For what we can do then,
we can do, in no other.
Despite our words being, fewer,
And our time less our own.
Something stirs our spirits,
Our efforts redoubled, anew.
Mammoth events, await
So let not sabr be the first to depart
For when the pangs of hunger, bite,
Or things go skew and out of plan
Sit down, be calm,
Remember
For remembering only profits
The one who yields to God’s words.
And the greatest of that is the Quran
A solace to our hearts
An embroidery to our minds
A blessing to all those who hear.
Shafees
1st version APRIL 2020, no less true.
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