Al Qur'an Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

The words of which make some people sigh,
Some shiver, and some cry.
The meaning of whose words makes men wonder,
Some to be uncertain and some to ponder.

That lovely Holy Book of all time,
Whether in prose, verse or in rhyme,
Doth tell about what hath been,
What is being, and what will be.

When you hear people argue,
With people unyielding, like a statue,
It is none other than the Book of Great Wisdom,
That makes them shout so much and some.

The guilty hate its truthfulness,
The wayward, its modesty quest.
Its words, some remember in misery,
And forget in pleasury.

There isn't much one could say about the Qur'an,
That it hasn't itself said in not two words, but one.
Alas! It is true that they will always brood,
About the unending points it will always prove.