After a lunar month of fasting

People look for moon sighting

Anxiously, they look at the sky

But, if not visible again they try

What a great joy brings the moon

All fatigues disappear but soon

Houses and mosques are cleaned

Happily Eid changes the scene

But for the sick and orphans

The tragedy of life expands 

With full of lingering pain

Why few joys do they obtain?

Enjoy eid with the famous biryani

But remember the poor Ghazaouis

What to eat, nothing is there found

 Alas,Only grass soups there abounds

By Cassam Tupsy