Fakir. Mornings Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the quiet of dawn, he stands, serene,
Sipping tea, breathing in the scene.
His heart content, his soul at ease,
In his Kerala home, amidst the trees.

The sun rises, a spectacle so bright,
Painting the world with its gentle light.
The beauty of creation, vast and wide,
In the Almighty's grace, he takes pride.

No mid-way in this journey of bliss,
Just surrender to what is.
In simplicity, the truth he sees,
In every leaf, in every breeze.

His faith, a river deep and clear,
In every moment, God feels near.
His home, a haven of peace and love,
A reflection of the divine above.

True bliss, he knows, is not to seek,
But in grace, humble and meek.
In the ordinary, the magic he finds,
In the stillness, the soul unwinds.