“Pristine” is what comes to mind.
Thy beauty is of precious kind.
Soothing calm is what you offer.
But alas! the mankind differ.

We do twist and we do turn.
We let human, rage and burn.
We look up, but, do act down
Story is same, Village or Town

Let things change in Holy Eid.
May your face usher noble deed.
Out of curses, let’s grow boon.
Keep smiling, o holy Moon.

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