“Just Another book?”

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.