Eid Is Not A Holy Festival Any More Poem by Sahil Sharifdin Bhat

Once upon a time, Eid was a magical day,
When the world was painted in hues of play.
A young boy dressed in his finest attire,
Smiling wide, heart filled with desire.

Running and laughing with friends galore,
Memories that he'll always adore.
With a few coins jingling in his pocket,
He felt the world hanging as his locket.

Oh, how he wished Eid would never end,
And the joy it brings would forever extend!
As time went by, his thoughts strayed,
Because, the charm of Eid began to fade.

He loathed the new clothes and festive cheer,
And wished he could make it all disappear.
The once jubilant day now brought him pain,
And he felt trapped in a tunnel of bane.

He locked himself away, away from the light,
And concealed himself in the darkness of night.
Now, Eid was a time to display assets
And mock those caught in poverty nets.

''Now the spirit of Islam, it does ignore.
Eid is not a holy festival any more.''
It was a time to hug the destitute
And give them joys, clothes and fruit.