Ramadhan is coming to an end
And Eid is on its way.
Come with me my friend,
And together we will ride the waves
To our little 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨, listening to songs on end
And going through jams that might as well last for days.

The family is waiting for us,
With food stacked up high.
Pretty clothes is a must,
For saying we love ugly ones is a lie.

Eid is coming my friends!
So let's have some fun!

Beneath the umbrella I stand,
A bouquet of flowers in my hand.
The wind picked it up, sweeping it away,
Now it's a memory, no longer part of the day.

Under the starry night sky I sit,
With my binoculars on my lap.
I looked on as they stars started to knit,
A beautiful, star-dusted map.

On the dull, glittering white pearl,
A shining, soft light of swirls,
And on that pearl lives a little girl.

The leaves in her mind have blown away,
Leaving a bare branch in the bay.
She wonders if this is the way
Of thinking—on this pearl she stays.

Her days
Is her pain.