HASNAIN AAQIB

(8th July 1971 / Akola)

Prophiem 2


By the earth and by the sky blue!
What the prophet was, shouldn’t I tell you?
As far as my faith does catch,
I can tell you, he has never, never a match.
And he led in Al-Quds, all prophets’ batch.

He was as honest as nobody ever was
And for the world to be, he was a cause.
When he was born, it was the rise of a sun,
And that sun! It was beyond any comparison.
He turned into spring, the hot, hot autumn.

This is the part of my faith and my belief,
That on tree of prophethood, he was the last leaf
His pious teachings were the sign of salvation
It were for world’s complete reformation.
Before he left the world, his work he had done.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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