Fakir Cuts Down On Noise Poem by Sumita Jetley

In seclusion, I find peace,
My heart's troubles start to cease.

Ayaan loved his simple way,
In his small home, he'd often stay.

Plants and sunlight filled his space,
Books and calmness, a warm embrace.

Friend Zoya came, and she did see,
Why alone was where he'd be.

'Clear thoughts and peace, ' Ayaan said,
With fewer things, his soul was fed.

A book in hand, a world to know,
In solitude, his mind would grow.

Less can be more, Zoya learned that day,
In Ayaan's simple, peaceful way.