Eid 2020 Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

O the crescent of Eid!
Ye come on time's steed,
Carrying joy in the bags of delight,
And drop them down from thy height.

But you must be surprised to see the sight,
Hearts tied with sorrow focus another plight,
Our opaque smile turns to be transparent,
We look happy yet the happiness is absent.

We are in lockdown for many days,
Every cycle of development dismays,
Places of worship no more open for all,
For the fear of Corona - viruses that enthrall.

The poor suffer alot so do the common men,
Weary migrants move their homes when
Nothing left in their pocket, belly and heart,
Walk helplessly with more burden than their part.