How is it nice to see old friends?
When they are almost to their near ends
None of them complains about lost love
Happily stay far and finally drove

It is happy Ramadan month
I would love to mention it forth
How I missed a bus but got a friend?
She was almost there in the green field

Life is so dear and even made dear
Wanting to spend rest of life and stay near
How come those sentiments flooding clear mind
Every moment is to be searched and get no wild

She will praise for my poems
More so of its contents and themes
The feelings, human touch and belonging
The pure thought process and its on going

I am moved by her depth of love and understanding
She has great urge for fight and then suddenly urge for
mending
This all makes her important in my eyes
All my great thought and idea too almost flies

It is holy month and she may be fasting
Yet her love and attachment is ever lasting
She did put some of the words very clear
I have to take it honestly and keep no fear

I too believed that it is equally important
To follow the true path and learn instant
What is real truth behind all great festivals?
As they appear once in a year with intervals

I spare maximum time in conversation
Listen to friends and answer the questions
They may have their own feelings and sentiments
I try to hear patiently and offer suitable comments

She may be offering prayers
Passing from this earthly layers
To the sky and almighty
To justify upon being purged and feel happy

When you hide nothing and keep heart pure?
You are near to him for sure
As love is also another name of dedication
As you move in with blessings as clear indication

She has put to me number of times
That she wants always happiness and smiles
She can grant it through her well wishes
As it will be her endeavor till she perishes

I wish I could be with her forever
As it was dreamed never
Yet today when I look back for her
I feel sense of proud and honor