The Holy Prophet is Chapter One in the Book of Creation and the Crown of the Saga of Revelation, in whose praise the oceans will run dry.
Asked they,
Tell us the story
Of the origin of universe,
Of the beginning of cosmos
Of the Matter and the Bang
Replied I,
Heed to this Love-wanderer:
My tavern is free of error
The Cup and the Drink:
Truth-sober even when drunk
Here at the Meem’s Station
Was the spark of creation
The drop of the Ocean
And crown of Revelation
Paradise for whom waits
To open its blessed gates
That Shepherd of Mecca
Nay, the Victor of Laulak
The Shrine of Love
The Sanctuary of Wisdom
The Secret of Desire
The Seat of Hope
The Torch of Light
The Throb of Love
In verse or prose
Infinite is his praise
Oceans may run dry
Ink if they be in his glorify
Cup spilled
Pen broke
Voice cracked
My Meem-song: incomplete
May 19 2022. Shawwal 18, 1443.
POEM GRAPHIC
One comment
Very few are actually blessed to keep the intellectual flame & passion burning within them, Sir. But to let that creative stream flow is an arduous task. And yours MashaAllah, is a spiritual stream. What can be more beautiful than that!! And who can be more fortunate than us readers to treat our eyes to the flowing rivers of Allah’s & his Rasoolvs praises