I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here 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 what they always miss
 
In a melodious voice they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me
 
At times I am used for phoney 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 so there is no measure
 
I'm your saviour, I'm your guide
But who's there to follow the bide
 
Right from wrong is my fame
Holy Quran is my name

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