Sleepless night,

Running thoughts,

But father said, "Sleep fast son."

But it can't be resisted,

The tomb of thoughts,

A big day finally coming up!

What, when to wear,

Where, when to go,

A big day waiting, though.

It can't be resisted,

The final checks

If all the dresses are ironed

Or kept right and neat.

But that's not the real reason

For being wakeful though.

It's the wallet's tension

Making dreamy desires.

Finally, buried in expectations,

While I opened eyes,

It's already – "Eid Mubaraak!"

The writer is a class 12 student at Military Collegiate School, Khulna.