A Prophiem Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

Most people ask me, what is a prophiem?
Will you tell us, from where does it stem?

To praise God is to pray Him, I believe
So is about His prophet, you may perceive
Abraham, Moses and Jesus, for their age
Were god's prophets and delivered His message
To the world, and its people that were astray.
Then the last prophet, in Arab, let me say
That sun rose over the hills of Faaraan
And oneness of god he preached, and that is Imaan.
Some words, in his praise, like many I write
Taking my poetic art to its desired height
Just out of love for him, in fact, passion
I tread a path, by others yet not taken.
For such poem in English, I attribute a word
This word, I am sure, no one may have heard.
‘Proph' is for prophet, ‘em' is for poem, joined by ‘i'
I am telling all this, before you ask me ‘why'.
A prophiem wades through the life of prophet
His deeds, teachings, his person, and events he met.
Although on island of knowledge I am an elf,
The coinage of ‘prophiem' I owe to god and myself.


©Hasnain Aaqib