Ode To The Passing Of Ramadan Poem by Mohammad Younus

The month of Ramadan has slipped away—
Did we embrace its light, its fleeting stay?
Did we kneel where mercy and grace entwine,
Or let its hours fade, like sand through time?

A merchant came with treasures vast, untold—
Some gathered gold, while others left in cold.
The Judge shall ask, in voice both stern and kind:
What did you seek, and what did you leave behind?

Who wept in darkness, seeking but His face?
Who fed the hungry, clothed the poor with grace?
Who knows whose name now gleams on scrolls of light,
Or which soul wakes to heaven's holiest height?

Some fasts ascend like crowns of burnished gold,
While others drift—unmarked, unpraised, unsold.
Yet none can say which whispered prayer sufficed,
Or which bowed head drew closest to His sight.

Still mercy lingers, boundless as the tide—
No seeker lost, no yearning heart denied.
O soul, take heed: though Ramadan departs,
Its light endures, undimmed, within our hearts.

MyKoul