Just another book?
I am a book in elegant prints;
to know my name, here are some hints.
Rich in cover and nicely bound;
in hearts of Muslims I am rarely found.
High on a shelf, I am kept;
Forgotten there, I am left.
With respect I do get lots of kiss;
my main point is what they always miss.
In a melodious voice they recite me;
Neglecting the message inside me.
At times I am used for phony swear;
my true use is very very rare.
A miracle I am that can change the world; All one has to do is understand my word.
I have wisdom I have treasure;
So much so there is no measure.
I’m your savior, I’m your guide;
but who’s there to take my ride.
Right from wrong is my fame;
Holy Qur’an is my name.