With the calmness of early dawn,
Comes the moon, where attention's drawn
Whispers of prayers fill the air,
As faithful hearts with reverence prepare.

The aroma of spices and sweets collide,
As families gather, their hunger aside.
A table adorned with dates and delights,
Underneath the stars' tranquil lights.

There, in the masjid, is a gentle glow,
As worshippers bow in reverence low.
With the whispers of prayer, a bond does grow,
In the masjid's embrace, tranquil and slow.

Ramadan, a time of reflection and grace,
Where souls find solace in this sacred space.
In the quietude of the night's embrace,
Aesthetic moments of Ramadan's grace.
© Sakina