Staying up all night, going out

sounds of laughter all around

the mics' echoes of adhan disperse

until the cold hits you worse

it's time to eat - your stomach so empty

and then you're full, you've eaten a plenty

you look up and notice for the first time

these lights are as beautiful as chime

why are people taking them down?

it is not its time now

there's still so much more

a week left - oh what a bore

the streets are empty, bare of smiles

where'd all that go it's gone for miles

we'll miss them so deeply

but a year will pass by so quickly

beginning again

wondering if family and friends will be there by then