**A Conversation of Light and Crescent: A Milad Poem**

The **Crescent Moon** rose soft in the sky,
Its silver edges whispered a sigh.
"Tonight is bright, the blessed eve,
A night when peace and love will weave.
Eid-e-Milad, the Prophet's birth,
Shines once more upon the Earth."

The **Lamp of Gold**, with flickering flame,
Listened close, and softly came.
"Oh Crescent Moon, your light is clear,
But tell me more, what do you hear?
What tales...