To the Arabian Prophet “Poem”
Who would have thought?
There will rise a prophet in Arabian peninsula?
Who will change the course of history forever
Who was he? Why was he so perfect? Why do hearts melt without even saying his name?
Was he just a messenger?
I came to know that he never lied even once
Can such a man exist? Go and ask Arabs?
I don’t even need to write the name of that Arabian prophet
My hands don’t even deserve such eloquence
Was he Muhammad?
Oh How deserts became gardens
All the Cameleers lost their thirsts hearing that name
I shall die now who am I to say his name?