As I Wander Through The Meadow Of Wisdom Poem by Mohammad Younus

As I wander through the meadow of wisdom—
vast and wide,
Where sweet scents linger, and pure airs glide.
The shepherd's song drifts soft and sweet,
Each note a balm, a gentle beat.

The sun spills gold, its rays aglow,
As flowers bloom and colors show.
A brook ahead begins to sing,
Its rippling voice—a sacred spring.

I draw near, enthralled by sound,
And see my reflection ripple around.
In waters clear, my soul does gaze,
Caught in a shepherd's fluid grace.

I stand in awe of this sacred bliss,
A moment of truth, in wisdom's kiss.

MyKoul