Prophet And The Deer Poem by Mohammad Younus

One day, beneath the sky's vast dome,
the Prophet sat, his heart a home,
where wisdom flowed like gentle streams,
and mercy lit his every dream.

A deer approached, her eyes agleam,
bound by a rope, her fate a seam
of sorrow stitched by hunter's hand.
She stood before him, meek, yet grand.

"O Messenger of God, " she cried,
"my young ones wait, their needs denied.
Release me, let me nurse my brood,
I'll return, bound by gratitude."

The Prophet's heart, a well of grace,
turned to the hunter, spoke with pace:
"Will you set free this gentle soul,
on trust's condition, make her whole? "

The hunter, moved by faith's pure light,
unbound the rope, set wrong to right.
The deer, like wind, sped through the glade,
to tend her young, her vow unswayed.

The sun dipped low, the shadows grew,
yet back she came, her promise true.
The Prophet smiled, his voice serene:
"Release her now, let her be free."

The hunter bowed, his heart now clear,
for trust and mercy had drawn near.
The deer, unbound, leapt to the skies,
a testament to faith's deep ties.

In this tale, woven of trust and care,
lies a truth the world must share:
that even beasts, with hearts sincere,
can teach us all to hold faith dear.

MyKoul