Hopes Always Sustain Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Mumbai's high towers, lights gleam bright,
Rukmani and Nathan, in their penthouse height.
A life of riches, art, and fame,
Till the market crash set their world aflame.

"Rukmani, we're bankrupt, " Nathan cried,
Their wealth vanished, hopes denied.
Despair loomed large, dreams turned to dust,
But in faith and love, they placed their trust.

To a Sufi saint, Rukmani went,
In search of peace, her heart's lament.
"True wealth, " he said, "is not in gold,
But in love and faith, treasures untold."

They sold their penthouse, moved to less,
Found joy in small things, happiness.
Nathan worked with humble might,
Rukmani taught, her art took flight.

In their new home, plants adorned,
Life's true riches they now owned.
Friends and laughter, music's grace,
In every hardship, blessings embraced.

A patron saw their inner glow,
Invested in their art's new show.
Nathan's wisdom turned fortunes back,
Their lives again on a prosperous track.

Back in luxury, their hearts now knew,
The real wealth they held was true.
Faith and love, life's sweetest song,
In every moment, they now belong.

"तेरी आँखों के सागर का उतरना भी ज़रूरी था, "
In Mumbai's lights, their spirits soar,
In loss and gain, they found their way,
In faith and love, they live each day.