Golden Drapes Poem by Sumita Jetley

In golden drapes, she stands so bright,
A beacon of warmth, in soft twilight.
With gentle grace, her presence flows,
Like evening prayers where calmness grows.

Her eyes hold stories, deep and wise,
Reflecting stars in the quiet skies.
In her smile, a world of care,
A Sufi heart, with love to share.

She walks through halls where dreams are spun,
In every step, a prayer begun.
Her sari whispers tales untold,
Of wisdom passed, of hearts consoled.

With every fold, a lesson gleams,
A reminder of ancient dreams.
In golden drapes, she moves with grace,
A reflection of a peaceful place.