The Fifteenth of Ramadan

Every alif is a sword:
Cut into my pride
Shatter what I horde.

There’s a scythe in each lām:
Harvest all my fields
Watered by qiyām.

Every mīm is a cane:
Remind me of his name
And help me rise again.

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