Calling To Peace

Poem By Mohammad Younus Koul

Absurd it is to show to the blind,
The beautiful creations of the Creator;
Absurd it is to narrate to the deaf,
What the lord has revealed for us;
The mystic flute plays lovingly for us;
The soul takes joyful rounds of dance for us;
And the vault of the heavens is reverberating;
Only troubled hearings do not notice,
The beautiful music going around;
The Unseen one is silently calling us,
To peace through his lovely word


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