Thirty days fasting is nothing to me
As I frequently keep that during whole the year
People say the moon has shown her face
So today is Eid, the day for happiness
I am happy, too, along with the riches
‘Coz they keep themselves detach
From all the evils including greed and
They also came to know how a belly
Burns without food, but nothing will
Happen, nothing will be changed and
this poetry is a waste until
wealth is distributed
Among nations and people,
and you know, from tomorrow,
I would go again for fasting,
If it is not prohibited,
to save for day after tomorrow.
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