He stood on an elevated floor In the blessed city of Makkah Facing his kins and foes alike With poignant demeanor he called To the way of the almighty Full of peace and void of strife
He was called and he called An herald of piousness, Like a general facing adversaries He stood unimpeded, undaunted A pariah he is to his Kins, A torrent of infidels.
I read he was stoned His truth converted to lies An outcast of his time His tooth were plucked forcefully, A garden of truth Treated like trash of trashes A solenm life filled with contradictions.
But,he was exalted by his lord Revered is he by the world A roiling sky of beauty An embodiment of peace and Islam Who dares Sully his name
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