This Ramdan Spring Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

This Ramadan Spring
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Ramadan is Ramzan is Fire
Of negation of worldly ire
Buddha spoke of this gyre
To burn our acute desire.
Purify ourselves is the aim
Of this spiritual holy game.
Dirty body flirts for its fame
But the spirituals do the game.
Before the beauty and the taste
Our mind dashes on in too haste
Body needs that the Spirit detest
As sin; My Lord, harsh Thy test.
Selfish mind though needs alms
Others Grace - and help at times
Should see that all are not alone
On the solitary orbit.forlon!
Fire and blasts make us aghast
Before legions of religions spat
Ramzan is fruitless, low cold!
If fasting a rites sans faith clad.