I'm A Rustling Whisper Poem by Mohammad Younus

I'm a rustling whisper,
from the forest's heart,
echoing from pre-eternity's start.
I am the soul, once dead,
arising through the living.

I am the breeze, whispering low,
through reeds that sound
with secrets they know.
I am the vibration, rippling free,
bending the weeds with life's melody.

I am the book, each page divine,
etched by a pen that transcends time.
I am the ancient thought, pure and vast,
etched deep within creation's heart.

I am the painting, on a canvas drawn,
in ink of divine light at dawn.
I am the guitar that strums without a plectrum,
echoes resounding under eternity's vault.

I wear a cloak of light and sound strands,
never fading, never to age, living always.


MyKoul