Aisha's Reflection Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a quiet town, under a gentle sky,
Aisha walked with a curious eye.
Life's race, she pondered, so swift and fast,
But what if each moment, we made it last?

In the marketplace, she chanced to see,
An old man's stall, with trinkets three.
A box of wood, with carvings fine,
Drew her close, its secrets to find.

The old man smiled, his wisdom deep,
"This box, " he said, "your joy shall keep.
Open it each day, with a heart that's still,
Find in each breath, life's quiet thrill."

Aisha held the box, with care so light,
And found in small things, pure delight.
The warmth of the sun, the breeze on her face,
In simple moments, she found grace.

Like a Sufi's dance, life's rhythm flows,
In every step, a secret grows.
Not in grand quests, or distant lands,
But in the everyday, where beauty stands.

So Aisha learned, as weeks went by,
To see the world with a Sufi's eye.
For life's true thrill is not far away,
It's in the now, in the everyday.