Not His Cartoons Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Not His Cartoons



Not His Cartoons
(Prof. Niamat Ali Murtazai)
Allah made him the best of all
Creatures, without any pitfall.
He's (PBUH) Prophet of prophets, so great
His glory no one can negate.
Each moment of his life is alive
For humanity he did strive.
He uplifted the down trodden
And filled life in despair ridden.
His praise is sung by heavenly beings
Each grain, each leaf his eulogy sings.
This universe was made for his cause
The matchless is free of all flaws.
The greatest reformer of the world
Shining like star is each his word.
The Blessings for all worlds he is
His great praise each moment rises.
He brightened each nook of our life
For each knot his teachings are rife.
From battlefield to cooking place
His manners are replete with grace.
He led to paradise astray souls
And classified all persons' role.
He taught us how to move our eyes
And defined the whole body's tries.
He led our thoughts to Allah's light
And forbade us from doubtful bite.
He told us the meanings of death
And the ends of each person's birth.
He took pity on women's folk
And saved sparrows from cruel hawk.
He rescued slaves from servitude
Even animals feel gratitude.
He blessed days and nights, each moment
And turned the proud into penitent.
His face can be imagined in flowers
In full moon or in sun's rising hours.
No defame can touch his bright face
Allah blessed him with such a unique grace.
Resplendently shines his great name
In the sky is established his fame.
None can make his cartoons at all
But the one who in hell does fall.
The ruined makes shapes of his own thought
In fatal quagmire he is caught.
He is a cat's paw of Satan's plot
On his own face he put a large blot.
He is worst of all human race
Shame and curse will ever haunt his face.
Never rescued from hell's prison
Wouldn't be fruitful any treason.
All these assertions are not proofless
In all eras they wore reality's dress.
Those who love Muhammad's(PBUH) are best,
For ever their souls shall find peace and rest.
His comrades are like stars and suns
Of all humans they are blessed ones.
Allah's bliss ever haunts his name
On the rise is always his soothing fame.
May God bless us with eyes to see
His name highest on prophets' tree!
May the astray be led to the path right
Otherwise darkness prevails on their sight.
May Allah save us from blasphemy!
May we learn morality's alchemy!
Respect of all prophets is due
It's the message of pulpit and pew.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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