Lost In Riyadh Poem by Sumita Jetley

In streets unknown, where shadows play,
Aisha walks, in soft array.
Pastel threads and simple grace,
Wonders bloom in every place.

Her heart a map, her eyes a quest,
The world unfolds, a gentle test.
Lost, but calm, she feels the air,
Of ancient lands and quiet prayer.

A stranger here, yet held with care,
In every gaze, a warmth to share.
The road is winding, paths unsure,
But kindness wraps her, soft and pure.

She journeys on, with no demand,
Her soul at ease, the world in hand.
For though she's far from where she's known,
In every heart, she finds a home.