I am a book in elegant prints ,
To know my name, 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 always what they miss.
In a melodious voice they recite me,
Neglecting the message inside me.
At time 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 is there is no Measure.
I am your savior, I am your guide,
but who is there to follow my bide.
Right from wrong is my fame,
” HOLY QURAN IS MY NAME “