Fakir Sufis Poem by Sumita Jetley

Two Sufis walked in the desert sand,
Ibrahim and Hasan, hand in hand.
Spoke little, ate less, slept the least,
Their hearts full of a divine feast.

Eyes would shine when they spoke of their Friend,
Kneeling down, their prayers would ascend.
Led by Nabi with a rosary so fine,
In their steps, magic cities would shine.

Ali, the first, with followers behind,
In zikr and dhikr, their hearts aligned.
Fields of wealth where they had prayed,
A legacy of devotion, beautifully displayed.

Their souls roamed free, in transit they stayed,
Poets and singers now praise their name,
In their memory, a bright, eternal flame.

They lived simple, pure, and true,
Untouched by deviation, hearts anew.
Happy in their humble space,
Richest in their spiritual grace.