That starry evening
When we were about to part
I whispered to her
“Love!
Ramazaan is here
Probably it’s better
If we don’t see each other till
new moon”
She laughed
Smacked my head with her feisty
fist
And said,
“My stupid stupid sweetheart!
Muhabbat Ka Koi Roza Nahi Hota
Muhabbat Ki Bus Eid Hoti Hai
Roza Khwaahishaat Ka Hota Hai
See you tomorrow at Iftaari.”
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