The moon's shiny crescent,
For Muslims; It's a rune,
It is no tiny essence,
It's a boon not a goon,
It seems people forgotten,
How can they ever forgot,
How this amal begotten,
A commandment by god, for god.
More than humdrum feelings of bludgeoning hunger and thirst,
Ramadhan, not only about going under and thrust,
Or fasting money as we're trying to sunder that purse,
We can ponder and wonder towards this month of sacrosanct,
All the blunder go under as we are forgiven; sins all sank,
I can assuredly assure this is not a bluff or prank,
The assurance ensure this is more than a huff of swank,
There's something entertaining that could cause you "walaweh",
The one thing in the learning that you call it taraweeh,
To boost our potentials since our bullseyes are far away,
So sooner or later we will seize the better higher height,
In the end of the month comes the fabled Night of Destiny,
It depends on our luck if we'll get a thousand chest of charity,
Pray to god we'll get a verity clarity,
So we can guard the humanity's sanctity,
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