A REVEALING MONTH.

Ramadan kareem

I wake with the Sun
So bright like the whites
This crescent moon
must dawn on the soul
A refreshing hope
A ticket to Firdaus
So come, dine with me
its three course meal.
Of Fogiveness, mercy
And Emancipation
Those heap of sins
That broken heart
those shattered souls
That ceaseless pain,
Dump on Ramadan
Itll carry them to Him
Trip to the land of sunken eyes,
Yank off that tattered rag
Feed the famishment inside
Those orphaned puppies
Await your alms.
Feed a sould today and
Be fed by Allah.
Go, drown in that ocean,
where forgiveness, will
Bleach you off
From a mighty sinner
To a new born child.
Go! get on that sickle
strive to be picked and
Thrown to the gardens
Its race to heavens
You must be that winner
Be a groper for 30 nights
bump to the night and kidnap it
This mission you must not fail
A night like no other
The night of power.
This bonanza is
Time lapsing
So fast and Pray
Just keep the taqwa
Avoid the chatties of
An idle lost soul
Ramadan can be U-turn
For the redempt souls awakening
Dont be lethargic
To stand in the night,
Recite Alfurqan
In a beautiful voice
A slip in anger
Your impatience
Say to the Troublemaker
"I am fasting"
Do not let you be
The enemy of you!
He is locked away
The Wiswas fled,
This great battle
Its between you and your Nafs,
Its a heavenly Ride
Buckle your shoes and make it worthy
This month of revealation
A month that will reveal you.

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