O Traveller On The Path Unknown Poem by Mohammad Younus

O traveler on the path unknown,
Do not say, "This book—the Quran—is not my own."
It calls to hearts in every land,
A whispered truth, a guiding hand.

Not bound by race, nor flesh, nor creed,
But light for all who truly heed.
It sings to souls of every hue,
It speaks to me—it speaks to you.

When shadows loom and hope grows dim,
Its verses rise—a healing hymn.
With whispers soft, it dries each tear,
A steadfast friend through doubt and fear.

To questions deep that stir the mind,
Within its folds, the answers shine.
Not carved in stone, but living, bright,
Each word aglow with sacred light.

O seeker lost in night's embrace,
Step forth and meet its boundless grace.
For in its words, the rivers run,
Where love and mercy weave as one.

From desert sands to mountain heights,
It kindles one eternal light.
A bond that spans all time and space,
A key that opens every place.

Not written just for those of old,
Nor caged in ink, nor framed in gold.
It moves, it breathes, it lives anew—
A voice both ancient, ever true.

Through every age, it greets the dawn,
With wisdom fresh and guidance strong.
Not static words, but pulsing, clear,
A compass for the seeker's ear.

So hold it close—let it reveal
A mirror deep, a truth made real.
For every heart, in every place,
May find within its vast embrace.

When storms of doubt obscure your sight,
Its wisdom parts the longest night.
Like stars that guide the sailor's quest,
It leads the weary soul to rest.

In every cry for justice, hear
Its call to break the chains of fear,
To lift the weak, to heal, to bind,
A grace that bridges humankind.

O traveler, pause—now feel, now see,
How far its roots outstretch memory.
Yet blooms anew with each sunrise,
A gift for all—an open sky.

— MyKoul