Answer The Call Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of Delhi's embrace, he sits,
A Sufi soul, in Oxford cloth, admits
The world in through his window wide,
Where spring's own charm cannot hide.

Surrounded by the green of life's own thread,
With books and tea, his thoughts are led
To pen down words that dance and weave,
In the quiet morning, he believes.

A servant's steps, soft in the background play,
A rhythm to the start of day.
Yet his focus lies in the beauty found
In Delhi's charm, where history's bound.

The architecture, old and grand,
Peeks through his window, a silent hand
That guides his gaze to nature's bloom,
Where flowers creep into the room.