No Aliens Are You Upon This Soil Poem by Mohammad Younus

No alien are you upon this soil,
No star-born wanderer from distant worlds.
Why mourn, why grieve, and search for homes beyond,
When here your roots are set in sacred ground?
This Earth, your cradle and your final rest,
No need to yearn for realms that never were.
Embrace the gift of life beneath the sun,
For this is home, the only one you know.

I seek not truth in distant stars above,
But in the faith of one eternal force.
A power vast, unseen, yet ever near,
Whose hand has shaped the cosmos and the soul.
Creator of the worlds, both seen and veiled,
Who breathes in life and death, and all between,
Sustains the dance of galaxies and hearts,
Directs the flow of time and timelessness.

No longer do I question, but believe,
Firm in the knowledge of the world divine.
This realm is not illusion, not a dream,
But crafted for our journey, step by step.
A kingdom ruled by love's unyielding law,
Where every breath and heartbeat sings of grace.
Amid the multitudes of earthly kin,
I find my lessons written in the stars.

The veil of falsehood shrouds our mortal eyes,
Yet truth is ever present, ever clear.
What's good or ill is fashioned in the mind,
A gift to know, to choose, and to align.
The heart, a compass, guides through storm and calm,
In purity, it resonates with truth.
To guard its light from shadows and deceit,
Is to remain in harmony with all.

Embrace this life, its sorrows and its joys,
For here you dwell within the sacred flow.
No need for dreams of otherworldly homes,
For all you seek is found within your soul.
In every breath, in every step you take,
The divine whisper calls you to your own.
In this embrace of earth and endless sky,
You find the home that's been your own all along.

MyKoul