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
