A Month to Remember

A silent friend comes knocking on my door,

With sweets and gifts to each,

Following the moon he steadily creeps,

And the day I meet him I weep,

For the month he stays, patiently sways, teaching me good and bad,

The month he grows, our vows untold, my heart becoming soft and nimble,

“The smaller the meal, the tastier it is, the more time we can look for eternal love” he said

Look high, look low, stand in the middle of the night and leave thy bed.

For the heart seeks light when the dark blankets of the night are cold.

Charity doesn’t help others rather it helps ones own soul.

When I finally get the hang of hanging out with him,

He has to leave the night before our biggest celebration.

A departed friend has left, part of my heart he has cleft, a door of heaven has closed,

But I cannot be sad for he will come another year and I shall remember him with his works,

Next year I shall be ready, next year my tears will flow, next year Ramadan I will come again to know.

Veiled Chivalry

Chivalrous attitudes wane amidst noble princesses,

Each night more was lifted of the drapes,

As the moonlight started to fade,

Book of marriage became harder to read,

In the night no one could see,

Frustrated, the night gave birth to a new moon,

Waxing proud a king stood,

Waiting is his queen in the other room.