Time is punctual.  
    I, not always.
Time is immortal.
      My life awaits.
         Time does not wait
             For anything it creates.
                       Time reminds us
                       Only when it's late.
Time is everything I am not yet.

I thank God for
The curles and curves
I see.
A bend of rainbow
In the sky
After a heavy rain
Paints a curve
On one chubby little cheeks
A smile that makes a day.

Our world today shines much brighter
the month ahead is Ramadan!
Blooming upon us is the best of the months
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!

Chockablock with pure blessings
is the oasis in the opulence.
Bountifully raised dizzying high
comes with the Night of Measures
better than a thousand months.
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!

Everyone, near and far
only look up high!
No rainbow can outshine
the finest face of the serene moon
is about to show up.
Welcome it loud with the whole heart
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!

When the gloom weighs down heavy
Your presence becomes my story
Your love is my shinning glory
Everything else is transitory

I plucked a shamrock for him,
Beautified with the glamour of the green,
Mystified with the aroma of the wild.
I am keeping it for him to give,
May love & luck shall be his,
With all the shamrock blessings.

Before I went to sleep,
I counted my blessings,
For having you,a beautiful family and trusted friends,
Their care and love,
A roof over my head,
All my needs met,
And many of my  wants too.
Then,you had an accident and departed,
So sudden,no hugs no goodbyes.
Grief gripped my soul,
Agony wounded my heart
Nothing made sense.
Night after night tears drenched
my pillow,
Muffled sobs, my eyes swollen.
Remembering  moments with you,
My heart would break anew.
Until one day my priest made me realize,
You were a blessing too,
HIS trust (amanat) he had given me.