Oh moon you will show tonight,
My child will see you are so bright.
He knows it will be Eid tomorrow,
I have nothing to give him, nothing to borrow.
I saw his light up face,
Seeing him glow with happiness trace.
He said father, the fasting is closed,
Now I will have new clothes.
Tomorrow all families will meet,
With lots of sweets we will greet.
Next day he got earlier than expected,
Came to me for the gifts be drafted.
Alas! My job was lost,
I could not buy anything, at any cost.
He peeped into the kitchen with no aroma,
Opening the lids for sheer korma.
My wife gave him a pack of clothes,
Which she had stitched all night from old robes.
In this covid I had lost my work,
Struggling to earn, nothing I shirk,
I had prayed everyday as we fast,
Oh Eid! can you post pone, the moon so vast.
In our slum we all said our prayer,
No celebration, this year, Eid with no fair.
We gave him some water with sugar,
Saying its kheer with thinner texture.
Happily he drank with as innocent glow,
We felt guilty on our festival show.
Suddenly a big car came near our hut to meet,
A tall man with a basket of goodies and sweet.
Eid Mubarak my old employer shared,
We celebrated our festival, realizing some one cared.