The Blessed Tree

Poem By Dr. Nikhat Bano

Encircling your entity
a halo has been seen,
standing alone, but not lonely,
under the cold nimbus clouds;
Who owns your assemblage?
Who had rested in your shade?
Whose footprints are still
on your serene ground?

An aura of a praised and
majestic spirit can be seen,
A ruler of hearts,
a winner of all accolades;
He wasn't like anyone,
still one of us,
Knowledge ended with the one
who never wore brocades.

In a caravan of the dry Jordanian terrain
friar Buhira saw a sanctified boy (pbuh) ,
all along was sheltered by the clouds
floating overhead to give him shade;
A tree's branches, twigs hung low
when he rested with his herd beneath it,
in him, he saw signs of a spirited soul
and found a flair to lead the strayed.

The Friar grew eager for the boy Muhammad (pbuh)
for whom he had premonitions for ages,
for whom heaven had reserved
HIS gift of a crown of the 'last messenger';
Whose glory will be kindness
as a mark of his faith,
in the coarse Arabian sands,
he will rise as a peacekeeper.

O Living Tree!
You're a witness of a meeting of faiths.
One affirming the other
just by one's divine traits;
Blessed are -
the noble Friar and the evergreen entity,
blessed are all -
who existed on that revered date.

Copyright reserved: DrNikhat Bano
November 22,2017.
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Comments about The Blessed Tree

This poem is about a tree believed to be some 1400 years old and is still in Jordan. The significance of the tree increases with a story attached to it. This story has been narrated in this poem. Please read this poem and imagine the meeting of the cleric with the prophet.
Write comment. Great work, Nikhat. Read my poem, Love and. Thanks


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