Yesterday, God sent me a poem
A madrigal beautifully crafted
From the muds of Eden
I prayed for a godsend
But He epitomized His artistry through the beautiful art of work
Wonderfully and beautifully sculptured to me as a present
Prepared to haul into the future with me
But tomorrow is never certain
Because the world is brightened by darkness
The night has become the light of the day
But she moonshines the twilight with her smile
Burning a mile away from heaven
Cooling my gates of hell
Yell her name "Ahmadiyya" and with the sound of trumpets,
Heavens will tremble with joy
Amidst thick clouds of dust
As Angels and demons stomp their feet
In attention position on the clouds
Flooding the earth with downpours
I can't depict what greeted my sights
In this poetry of the Creator
As much as I try to read
Most of the lines are metaphors
Discernible but hard to figure out
The entire contents and essence
But from head to toe was she shrouded in a veil
And she seeks the creator from the face of the West
With her head buried in the sand
I don't know what God looks like
But I know for sure that
God is a poem, a beautiful story
Written to us in our sleep
For our eyes are too sightless
To see the real grandeur
Of the creator's writings in molding these daughters of Eve