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Ramadan

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On it's way
Slowly moving away
Packing up it's array
Of bounties and blessings
We meet again
In three six five days
Or less
Oh Lord! Make me witness
The one coming
And after
And after
Till I expire
Unshackled they'd be
Angry, and seeking revenge
Setting new strategies
Inventing greater challenges
Catching the weak unawares
And testing the strong through tears
Oh Lord!
Make me strong
Focus, grace and power
To replicate
Myriad of achievements
Seemingly impossible in it's absense
28/30 or is it 28/29
The month that has it all;
Night of ascension
Revelation of The Divine Guidance
Night of thousands of blessings
Oh Ramadan
#SOPHOCLES

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