Prophiem 3 - Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB
All prophets came and went
And did their work with grace.
To each land were they sent,
To fill with thy name, the space.
They shaped sometimes only a few
And over the years, no one knew
The aim of life, and they drew
All them on cross, bigots though few.
Then came shining a star
Radiant, with divine light was
His image; be near or too far,
For world’s existence, he was a cause.
God loved and did him pure
And made him holy, sacred and sure
To convey the sinners to heaven
By guiding them to a way, safe and even.
Bore he hardships and said nothing,
Showered benisons for troubles, the King
Of all universes, was who the orphan,
Got evils and vice from world to run.
The head of prophets justly called
Humans to believe in oneness of god.
KHAN HASNAIN AAQIB
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