One n I heard a knock on my door;
Who can it be,I wasn"t quite sure.
I open the door and am filled with glee;
The visitor ahead is no stranger to me.

I welcome the guest with utmost delight;
For I know it has come to give me respite.
An air of happiness fills the space;
My home now seems, a better place!

Have you any clue who this visitor could be?
Yes!its Ramadhan,the month of mercy.
The pious and righteous can"t await its arrival;
Others seem to greet it, with waves of denial.

For Allah(SWT) we fast from dawn to dusk;
For Him our breath is the fragrance of musk.
The muslims who pray and fast with zest;
Are aware of the rewards of this month manifest.

Throughout this month we weep and repent;
Now is the time to strongly lament.
And those who shun this sacred month;
on the Day of Reckoning will face the brunt.

In the last ten nights,hides the Night of Decree;
Allah(SWT) then awaits for his slaves to plea.
The angels descend with Gabriel(AS) in the lead;
To check on the steadfast and record every deed.

A feeling of grief now fills my heart;
As the month of Ramadhan will soon depart.
So lets make a start and worship Him alone;
Now that the worth of this month is known.ight

by Asma Sadia

Barter

Life has loveliness to sell
All beautiful and splendid things
Blue waves whitened on a cliff
Soaring fire that sways and sings
And children"s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup

Life has loveliness to sell
Music like a curve of gold
Scent of pine trees in the rain
Eyes that love you , arms that hold
And for your spirit"s still delight
Holy thoughts that star the night

Spend all you have for loveliness
Buy it and neve count the cost
For one white singing hour of  peace
Count many a year of strife well lost
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been , or could be

by: Sara Teasdale 

If ever two were one, then surely we

If ever men were loved by wife, then thee

If ever wife was happy in a man

Compare with me , ye women, if you can

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold

My love is such that rivers connot quench

Nor ought but love from the give recompense

Thy love is such I can no way repay

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray

Then while we live in love let"s so persever

That when we live no more we may live ever

By: Anne Bradstreet

I"m nobod, who are you?

are you nobody too? then there is a pair of us

don"t tell, they"ll banish us , you know!

how dreary to be somebody

how public, like a frog

to tell your name the livelong day

to an admiring, bog

I never saw a moor

I never saw the sea

yet know I how the heather looks

and what a wave must be

I never spoke with God

nor visited in heaven

yet certain am I of the spot

as if the chart were givin