On World Religion Day Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

In the dawn of time, a whisper on the breeze,
A tale of faith, borne on ancient seas.
Religion's genesis, a divine embrace,
A sacred journey, humanity's grace.

The first threads woven, in mysteries unknown,
A spiritual tapestry, the seeds were sown.
Yet, through ages passed, the path grew dim,
Mankind forgot the sacred hymn.

In wisdom's dance, God's merciful decree,
Another prophet sent, a guide to be.
A new religion, a revelation's art,
To mend the tapestry, heal the heart.

Through cycles turning, history's scroll,
Another messenger, another goal.
Religion's chapters, in time unfold,
A testament to stories retold.

Each prophet, a beacon in shadows' plight,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.
A divine narrative, a continuous song,
In revelations old and new, we belong.

For in the dance of time's eternal rhyme,
Religions echo through the corridors of time.
A tapestry vast, with threads so fine,
God's guidance, a gift divine.