Sighting the crescent of the festive Eid,
I give my thanks for the blessed Ramadan;
The thought of separation makes me think...
...of those who are locked up in jails...
And are separated from their families...
Their children with woeful hearts waiting...
...while looking at the sickle of crescent...
...in the sky - asking God in wordless voice:
Kindly tell us when Papa shall be free...
...to celebrate with us the festive Eid;
Come Papa, let us together look at the moon;
Join us on Eid for Thanksgiving!
We miss you Papa! Come out soon!
Come out! plant your sweet kisses on our cheeks!
On this Eid, You are but planting a seed...
...of resistence with resilience in our heart!
Thank you so much Papa! God bless you Papa!
MyKoul
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