The Moon On Sight
We have come a long way
To render our supplications
From day one to twenty nine
We fasted day and night.
Slow and steady, the month is over
The Holy month of Ramadan
Let the holy month wash away pandemic
The dreaded virus marring our economy
As we await the moon on sight
We pray to God to bless our land
Goodbye to Month of Ramadan
And Barka dey salah in advance.
Tommorow maybe salah day
We still await the moon on sight.
Short poem written by Busy Brain
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