The night after Ramadhan
Photo credit: Vince Millett on Flickr
Where have all our friends gone?
Them who used to keep our floors warm five times a day have left us forlorn
Who filled our halls with lines that bow and foreheads and lips that kissed our floors
Those who kept us company in our praises and litanies round the clock and filled our doors
Now our halls are left empty with nary even an echo to fill the silence
Forming gathering circles to read then dispersing like strangers without a peep or squeak in the distance
Turning our pages scrupulously to read for a month then leaving us on the shelves with dust
Our friends who stayed with us throughout the nights hoping and wishing to redeem themselves but afterwards continuing their way on like any other week of the past
Where goes those who stayed with us sleepless, getting their heartfelt wishes answered to never return
We mourn the times they kept our lights glittering, carpets cleaned and kept our perimeters inviting but only for a moment
When children and adults alike made it merry with the soft pitter- patter footprints on our carpet laden ground.
We long to bear witness to their earnest wishes, conversations and spirit, alas, ‘til the next Ramadhan round.