Ode To Human Poem by Mohammad Younus

O Human! Masterpiece of the One who shaped both earth and flame,
You are the axis where dawn and dusk spin the cosmos' frame.
Stars chant your name in tongues of light, ancient and true—
Your breath binds timeless seas to moments that pass like dew.

O Human! Beneath this veil of skin, a sacred blaze resides—
A spark of the Infinite, cloaked in the tides where humility abides.
Yet in Love's court, you reign as sovereign, sun, and sign,
A mirror to the Unseen Face, where mortal and divine entwine.

O Human! Your tongue deciphers speech no star could dare impart—
Through your verse, the Hidden One unveils His art.
Your hands, His tools; your heart, His throne aglow;
In every step, a cosmos blooms; in every act, worlds grow.

O Human! Keeper of secrets carved before Time's first cry,
Beyond the Pen's eternal script, beyond the Tablet's sky.
Six directions kneel to the compass etched in your soul—
East, West, Earth, Heaven, Depth, Height—rendered whole.

The sages' wisdom cracks like glass at your shore,
Their truths but sand to the mystery your essence bore.
"Why crown this dust with grace? " angels once implored—
You are the question's end, the answer no voice could hoard.

How dare I hymn your worth? Galaxies dim, ashamed,
Their dance but shadows to the light your spirit has claimed.
My ink is night; your core, dawn no veil could smother—
To name you "mortal" mocks the Eternal veiled in flesh's cover.

O Human! Walk as paradox—both dust and holy spark,
The fragile clay that cradles fire to pierce the dark.
You are the hymn the spheres strain, trembling, to sing,
The shadow where God veils… then lifts the veil as King.

O Human! Though grief's shroud binds you, though Fate's thread runs slim,
Within you breathes the realm where seraphs dare not swim.
In the pause between heartbeats, the Unheard is known—
The Beloved's silent aria, whispered through bone alone.

O Human! Your veins drum the rhythm of sacred rhyme,
A pulse past constellations, unbound by space or time.
You are wind and mountain—rooted, yet soaring free—
In your chest's quiet thunder, all galaxies find their key.

O Human! Breath of dawn, dusk's echo, night's bright core,
The Rose's scent, the Seed, the Wine, the Threshing Floor.
In you, the Seen and Unseen clash, then softly align—
O Human! In your dust, the Divine and earth become one sign.

MyKoul