The Month of slaves...(written by pakeeza rizvi)

This poem is all about ramadan the month of grace...

When it comes,
Comes like a guest,
Guest of mercy and grace,
Guest of happiness and gain,
Virtues high and sins less,

Allah opens the door of heaven,
And close the door of hell,
In this way he shower his blessings upon his slaves,
Who apologies and praise,
Who share other griefs and pain,

Devils and evils are in lock up,
Nights and days become more beneficial and dignified,
In every moment peace and peace,
which then of the favors of your God will you twain deny,
He is very majestic and venerable,

In this month collect all the Goodness,
Accepted your pardons and sins,
Like a Faithful slave,
Like a honorable beggar,
Like a innocent child,

He will hear you when you say,
He will fulfill you when you are nil,
He wants nothing from you but only thanks,
pay thanks to him for all those blessings,
For all those gratefulness,
he fixed for his apostles and slaves,