Fakir's Langarkhana Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the quiet of dawn, beneath the old tomb's gaze,
Where the world whispers softly through the morning haze,
Two souls stand, in the langarkhana's glow,
One stirs life in a pot, slow.

His kurta, as white as the heart he bears,
Feeding the hungry, their silent prayers.
Beside him, another, with eyes closed tight,
Wrapped in a shawl, against the morning light.

A sufi silent, his thoughts run deep,
Observing the cook, as the city sleeps.
Together they pause, in time's gentle hold,
As the dhikr begins, their stories unfold.

The horizon blooms, with the sun's first light,
Golden rays casting dreams in flight.
Around them life hums, a sacred song,
In this moment of beauty, where hearts belong.

In each spoonful of grace, in each quiet stare,
Lies the longing, a pause, a soulful affair.
For it's not just in seeing, but in feeling we find,
The beauty of moments, forever entwined.