Ramadan’s last nights

The dawn of something new
Yet seemingly familiar

A time to reflect, a time to remember,
A time to rejuvenate what lies beneath

A rusted heart bruised by the day-to-day tussles
Becomes detached if only for awhile
From everything separate from the Divine

Spiritual seclusion amongst the crowd
Kind words without lingering clouds

Ten final nights in a month of gems
One of them containing a lifetime of them
If it can be caught with heart awake
And tears seeking pardon in a humble state