Khirkas Are Always Like That Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of the city, where dreams intertwine,
A modern Sufi wakes before the sun's first shine.
No alarm needed, on this day he rose,
Drawn to the window, where the morning glows.

With a mat beneath him, and the world at rest,
He watches the dawn, feeling deeply blessed.
Not a word is spoken, yet much is said,
As he sits in silence, a peacefulness spreads.

The skyline, a canvas of pink and gold,
Holds stories untold, of the young and old.
In this moment, Jamal finds a truth so profound,
In the simplest of pleasures, fulfillment is found.

He breathes in the day, each breath a song,
Of gratitude for the now, where all moments belong.
The hustle of life, with its endless chase,
Seems distant now, in this serene space.

Fulfillment, he learns, is not a place or a thing,
But a journey of the heart, that makes the soul sing.
With each sunrise, a reminder, so clear,
That what we seek is always right here.

As the city awakes, with its usual flair,
Jamal carries peace, a lightness rare.
In the pulse of the city, he found a quiet space,
A moment of enlightenment, a state of grace.

So let this tale remind us, as we rush on our way,
To pause and find peace, in the break of day.
For in the heart of the city, or wherever you roam,
The light of gratitude can guide you home.