Fakir's Do Unusual Poem by Sumita Jetley

Silence, Solitude,
Poet's heart sings,
In the embrace of quietude,
Inspiration takes wings.

There, in the realm of whispered dreams,
A poet dwelt, where light beams
Filtered through the leaves, in streams,
Crafting shadows that danced in teams.

Amidst the green, a quiet abode,
Where thoughts like rivers, freely flowed,
A canvas blank, a new road,
For a heart in love's mode.

This poet, an artist of words and hues,
Found solace in nature's subtle cues,
With every dawn, their spirit renews,
In their garden, their muse.

With a cup of tea, in gentle grasp,
In solitude's embrace, they'd clasp,
The silence, a friend, they'd clasp,
In each moment, a future to unhasp.

Here, in this secluded garden space,
Their heart would race, in love's embrace,
For even in solitude, they'd trace,
Love's invisible, enduring grace.

Their life, a testament, bold and clear,
To love's power, to hold dear,
Through every word, they'd steer,
A path through love, through fear.

For in the quiet, in the lone,
In the garden, where seeds of thought were sown,
Their true self, brightly shone,
In love, in solitude, they'd grown.

This poet, this artiste, in life's grand play,
Found beauty in the everyday,
In love's embrace, they'd sway,
With silence, with solitude, in a ballet.

And so, through verses, through art, they'd say,
In love, in life, there's a way,
To find joy, to make gray,
Bright with colors, come what may.

In their garden, under the sky's vast dome,
With a cup of tea, in their serene home,
In silence, in solitude, where thoughts roam,
The poet's heart, forever, a poem.