O, the moon! We've gathered, <br />To catch thy lovely sight, <br />Thou art harbinger of joy, <br />And on thy face lies delight, <br />Children look happy, elder smile, <br />Thy presence's brought them light, <br />Bestowed gifts for prayer and fast, <br />Their face shining in the night. <br /> <br />O, moon! We've pain behind our joy, <br />Behold them all from thy height, <br />They're homeless, orphan and terrified, <br />How'll they celebrate Eid in this plight? <br />One has lost one's father or mother, <br />Who would feed sweets, hug themtight, <br />Or parents sit dreaming their killed children, <br />How is this Eid when joy's taken flight?<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-of-eid/
