Fakir By Name 'farid' Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the early morning light, Farid's day takes flight,
Grabbing his khirka, feeling just right.
Lighting incense in his room, chasing away the gloom,
His humble home blooms, with a peaceful perfume.

Barefoot on the ground, he starts spinning around,
His heart and soul bound, to a silence profound.
With each turn and twist, in a mystical mist,
He finds what he's missed, in a world that insists.

Surrounded by his plants, he takes this chance,
To enter a trance, in his whirling dance.
A rosary in hand, in this sacred land,
By the tea cups he stands, life's simplicity grand.

Here's Farid, spinning free, a sight to see,
In his world of humility, he's where he wants to be.
With love and devotion, in every motion,
He's the ocean, in a drop's notion.an ancient city, veiled in dust and time,