Hands were unclean
Dress had no shine

Hygiene untouched
Culture unknown

Clouds of ignorance
Heat of injustice

Women given no dignity
Children shown no mercy

Old had no respect
Animals met with cruelty

Lover’s song had no melody
Death-causes had no remedy

Time had been waiting for long
World could not afford any long

From the womb of Time came a cry-
It seemed the decree was to be now or never

The cry reached upto the sky and beyond
Stars and meteorites wondered about its fate

Very soon uttered a voice from Above
‘MY Beloved to appear in time very near

Time will be painted in different colors
Civilization will be scented unlike before’

Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam.

Dec 12 12

Written during a bus journey in Amman, Jordan