The glorious Quran

I am the Heavenly Holy Book now in worldly elegant prints,
Giving you some hints on how to get to your life's mints,
I possess infinite wisdom and imperishable treasure,
All to be taken by you, without any measure.

Your life is a test but only do your best,
For with Satan surely must you wrest.
And Satan you can easily defeat,
With Allah as your friend and retreat.

Allah is 'His Majesty' and The Holy One,
Allah, besides whom there is really none,
Allah can save you from hell fire and misery,
And from Satan and his devils' wicked treachery.

Your life is a test, not simply a journey of play and jest,
But a lesson to learn about His Majesty and be of your best.
Sometimes life can be a nightmare with sudden hidden pitfalls,
But if you journey faithfully towards His Majesty, evil never befalls.

Life is a test of restraint, with its worldly trappings and temptations,
All Worldly trappings surely leading to hell, despair and destruction,
For the seemingly beautiful world with all of its charming attractions,
Are but Satan's wicked seductions and the trickery of his deceptions.

Your life can become a confused plight, unless you read me right,
But first throw away your vain pride, that comes from false might
For His Majesty guides, only simple hearts yearning for his light,
And pious hearts, he fills with wisdom, much to one's delight

To show you more of life's paths, lend me all of your heart,
I shall then fill your heart with joy and treasure to last,
You have no other saviour nor have you another light,
I am your only true friend and your only guide.

Right from Wrong is definitely my fame,
The Holy Quran is certainly my name.

M. Farid Abdeen.
 

Marketing

He said 'You should learn to market your assets.'
How?
I am neither interested in marketing nor getting big money.
It is hard to live with such a conscience in such a damn market world.

They pass me off as a kid still trying to learn the ways of the world.
I am a parched coin from ancient history; a golden egg from the white hen in the
beanstalk castle.
I only have a market in Fairy Land.

Krishanthi Anandawansa.
 

The Monitor

I saw the grotesque creature,
Lying placidly,
On the recently trimmed grass,
In our garden,
In embarrassing oblivion,
To the man-made reality,
That it didn't belong,
In our garden,
Or in our civilised world...
Its grey spotty skin,
Which thorns or pricks can't puncture
Or jagged stones,
Cannot tear or graze....
And its sharp, serrated tail,
Possessing tremendous strength,
With which it whips away the approachers.
From a safe distance,
I stood watching it,
With a long pole in my hand,
With which I poked at it,
Every now and then....
For all its ferocity,
It lay passive, patient, and tranquil,
Like a real gentleman,
Never once resisting,
My cowardly mean assaults....
Soon I gave up,
My attempts to drive her away,
Realising that,
I was but a spiritless coward,
Trying in vain,
To bring down a mountain,
With a fragile pole....
Before long,
It crawled away,
In magnanimous resignation,
Leaving behind for cruel cravens like me,
A silent lesson of patience!

Jayashantha Jayawardhana