In today's' life and time,
Believers have lost sight,
of the real importance of Ramdan
and one unique month.
When we go celebrating,
We see 'Mine show is higher to him'
Then the true meaning of Ramdan,
Is permanently and surely lost.
Amidst the pomp and show
And glow of roza iftar show,
We forget million of hungers,
born with a different faith and God.
The world wait for Ramdan
To chant - Happy - Happy Ramdan;
Never thinking of the masses
Whose God was different from yours.
Truly,
When we Pray Almighty- the Merciful and Benevolent…
We don't see the same blood
But blinded by ego and might.
A gentle reminder,
Of that month to one and all, ,
And of the child we call Mohammad,
Whose care, the world must know.
And guide them towards…
Secular, liberal, modern, tolerant
And non-violent ideas;
Blessed Ramdan.
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