In The Desert, They Remembered Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a quiet desert, beneath the moon's embrace,
Two souls collided, caught in time's vast space.
Not strangers, but echoes of what once was,
Bound by a love that defied earthly laws.

Noor, a seeker, with fire in her eyes,
Longed for a depth beyond the skies.
Not wealth, not marriage, but a love so divine,
A yearning that whispered, "You are mine."

Rumi wandered, a poet with dust on his feet,
Carrying verses of longing, the infinite to meet.
At the well, their hands brushed like flame,
And in that moment, they knew—neither was the same.

"Your presence, " she said, "is drowning and breath,
Both salvation and the shadow of death."
Yet they stood apart, as though tethered by fate,
Love is forbidden, yet impossibly great.

A curse from a life that once had been,
Kept them from touch, from where love begins.
"Every embrace will unravel our thread,
Tear us from life, leave us both as dead."

So, they chose restraint, their love to preserve,
Devotion through words, no flesh to serve.
In poetry's arms, their spirits would dance,
A love is eternal, beyond the circumstance.

Years passed, their footprints erased by sand,
But whispers of them haunted the land.
"Noor's laughter, " they said, "rides the night,
And Rumi's verses soar in the moonlight."

For love is not possession, but boundless art,
A union of souls, a song of the heart.
Noor and Rumi remind us still,
Some love transcends the body, bending the will.