Afrida Lubaba Khan

In Ramadan’s embrace, under the moon’s grace,
Cards of Eid, in hands we would place.
Gleaming eyes, eager, bright,
Friends close, in the festival’s light.

Now the phone’s screens glow, in rooms apart,
Wishes are sent while missing the hearts.
No more paper, pen’s embrace,
Digital whispers take their place.

Fifteen years, time’s swift stream,
Eid cards fade, like a dream.
Yet in hearts, warm memories stir,
Of handwritten words, love’s true courier.

In every pixel, I seek the past,
For traditions lost, shadows cast.
Yet, hope whispers, in the silent night,
Eid’s spirit endures, in every heartfelt sight.

Now people remember those times fewer,
A nostalgia pure, crystal clear.
Though times have changed, and so are the ways,
I wish that the essence of Eid forever stays.