The moon has been, with anticipation, sighted.
Food and drink, in daylight hours, by the faithful, hereby blighted.
Hearts, with Gods flame, are ignited.
Believers, to His house, for the standing, become united.
The poor and downtrodden, their woes, highlighted.
Guests amany, for His pleasure, invited.
His book, in countless voices, recited.
The beloved messenger, and his struggle, knighted.
This poem, to Him, with gratitude I do ”writed”.
For this month, again, I am delighted.