Fakir's Salah Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the deep of night, silence found,
Missed whispers to the Divine,
No guilt in the quiet, just a warmth around,
In forgetfulness, a secret sign.

Wrapped in self, a gentle hug,
A window opens in the soul,
Laughter at the nudge, so snug,
A friendship without a toll.

Days whisper past, melody sweet,
Rituals bloom into talks so dear,
In every oversight, a heartbeat,
A communion silent, clear.

Morning light through greens and books,
Shadows play in a sunlit dance,
In corners quiet, joyous looks,
In every step, a sacred chance.