Dawn Dusk Fashionista Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the quiet of dawn, under the fading stars,
Samir whispers to the sky, 'I cannot be barred.'
With tasbih in hand, he walks where shadows play,
On a terrace where jasmine scents the breaking day.

His world—a canvas, city sounds a distant thrum,
Among citrus and ferns, his peaceful kingdom come.
He breathes in the new, exhales the stale and worn,
In these moments alone, his brightest ideas are born.

Fashion woven from threads of silence and thought,
Patterns shaped not just by the battles he's fought.
Each garment a story, each line a whispered dream,
Crafted in the dawn, by the soft river's gleam.

As the city awakes, and the day begins to swell,
Samir stands refreshed by the morning's gentle spell.
With a heart full of peace, and a mind clear and bright,
He steps from his retreat to embrace the morning light.