Go To China Poem by Sumita Jetley

Aamir's Journey

In Karachi's embrace, where the city hums, An artist, Aamir, feels a pull that comes. Through colors and strokes, his story unfolds, Yet something is missing, a truth untold.

The whispers of Lyari, the muezzin's call, Lead him to a shrine, ancient and small. "Go to China, and learn, " the old fakir said, But Aamir knew it was more than what was read.

He packed his brushes, his canvas, his dreams, And wandered through bazaars and mountain streams. From Istanbul's dance to Thar's golden sands, He painted the world with his own two hands.

In China's old villages, he found his muse, A balance of life in every hue. Returning to Karachi, his art transformed, His canvas now vibrant, his spirit reborn.

No longer just streets and familiar sights, But a world without borders, filled with light. Aamir's legend grew, his name was known, For the artist who dared to leave the known.

And when asked where he found such fire, He'd smile and say, "I went beyond desire." A canvas of life, in every place, A story of seeking, of endless grace.