IN RESPONSE TO THE REQUEST FOR WRITING A POEM ON EID

In the ShalAmar Garden a yellowed leaf was saying
Gone is that spring of which the confidante I am

The garden's visitors should not trample me down
The memory of the branch of their own nest I am

This tiny little leaf made the heart  restless
One coming  into the garden complete mourner of spring I am

In the autumn I am crying in remembrance of the spring
How can I get the happiness of Eid as grief-stricken I am

Devastated have become the olden days taverns
A memorial of the olden days wine drinkers  I am

It gives the message of pleasure and happiness to us!
The crescent of Eid is making fun of us!