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?

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