Fakir Pbuh Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the city's heart, as dawn unfurls its light,
Amidst the towers reaching for the skies,
There sits a mystic, lost in silent flight,
A Sufi sage where urban shadows lie.

His robe, a simple cloth of earthly hue,
Contrasts the concrete jungle's waking roar,
Eyes closed, in peace, a tranquil view,
As morning's glow touches him more and more.

The streets around begin their daily dance,
With hurried steps and life's relentless pace,
Yet, in his world, a different trance,
A silent dhikr in this bustling space.

His heart whispers where no words are spoken,
In meditation deep, a sacred token,
Of divine names, in silence, unbroken,
In the city's clamor, a spell unspoken.

The sun ascends, its rays through leaves entwine,
Illuminating paths where shadows played,
The Sufi's smile, subtly divine,
In the dance of light and shade arrayed.

Children's laughter, the park's new melody,
Life swirls around, a vibrant symphony,
Yet in his stillness, a profound epiphany,
In the heart of chaos, a soul's symphony.

As day wears on, he rises, serene,
A face in the crowd, unseen, yet bright,
In realms unseen, a spiritual sheen,
A beacon of faith, in the city's light.

In this urban sprawl, where dreams collide,
The Sufi's silence, a secret tide,
A whisper of the divine, where truths abide,
In the heart of the city, where peace resides.