Happily Mysterious Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a land where wisdom's light does gleam,
Lived Professor Ilyas, a scholar supreme.
In halls of knowledge, his words did flow,
Like a river of wisdom, in soft, gentle glow.

Chorus:
Oh, Ilyas, in robes of learning dressed,
In your heart, the mysteries of Sufi rest.
Through the halls of knowledge, your spirit flies,
Guided by the unseen, under starlit skies.

In his study, 'midst books and candle's flame,
He felt a presence, without a name.
A friend unseen, a guide so dear,
In silence spoke, in Ilyas' ear.

Chorus:
Oh, Ilyas, with soul so wide and deep,
In your silence, profound secrets keep.
Whispers of the ancient, in your gaze lie,
Illuminating truths that never die.

With a vow of allegiance, silent and strong,
To his ethereal friend, he belonged.
In teachings profound, his wisdom grew,
As the unseen guide in his heart flew.

Chorus:
Oh, Ilyas, in twilight's serene embrace,
Your spirit dances in time and space.
With each word you utter, with each breath,
You weave a tapestry beyond life and death.

In his journey, where two worlds meet,
In Ilyas' heart, did the mystical beat.
A beacon of light, in academia's halls,
Echoing the unseen's silent calls.

Chorus:
Oh, Ilyas, where intellect and spirit blend,
In your path, the heavens and earth transcend.
Through your wisdom, may we all see,
The unity of all, the mystery of thee.

So in the dance of life, Ilyas played his part,
With an unseen friend, bound heart to heart.
In realms of knowledge and the divine,
His legacy endures, through the sands of time.

Chorus:
Oh, Ilyas, in robes of learning dressed,
In your heart, the mysteries of Sufi rest.
Through the halls of knowledge, your spirit flies,
Guided by the unseen, under starlit skies.