Mohammed Phobia [A poem]

 

In the burning sands of desert ,

Was once born an orphan boy .

Poor , lonely , no brother , no sister ,

No cradle , cot , doll  or   toy . 

Raised up by uncle and grandfather.
Learnt the job of grazing sheep .
Ran on sands , climbed  the hills ,
On the palm mat , he did sleep.

Refrained from evils of his time .
He was visionary, not orthodox.
Sighs of slaves , sobs of women
Forced him think out of the box .

Impressed with his character and looks ,
Proposed him a woman, rich and wise .
She was forty and he twenty-five
But their union outshone the sunrise .

He launched Jihad against injustice;
Saved girl babies from burying alive .
Hugged all castes , creeds and colours .
Set up charity, Haj and prayers five .

He preached love for all faiths:
Honoured Moses , Jesus and Mary .
To sons of love , he is love .
To sons of Satan , he is scary .

It is he who taught the world:
'' Do not cause your neighbors pain .
Saving a life is saving humanity .
Better a good grain than evil mountain.''

He carried load of abusive hag .
He forgave killers of his daughter .
When his army conquered Mecca ,
He chose forgiveness, not slaughter.

Burn his Quran , make his cartoons...
But he preached peace , justice , love ...
A fan of Moses , Jesus and Mary,
He was Mohammed , sent from above .