No Questions Asked Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the quiet of dusk, her day unwinds,
Ruhani sits with peace in mind.
The world grows still, chores are done,
In silent dhikr, her soul has won.

At dawn, she rises with the first light,
Walking to Harminder Sahib, soft and bright.
The golden domes greet the morning sky,
As kirtan echoes, her spirit flies high.

She watches the marble floors, freshly clean,
A simple act, yet so serene.
In service, she finds her heart's true grace,
Each smile received, a divine embrace.

Evening falls, with a sky of gold,
Among the fakirs, her hand they hold.
No words are needed, their hearts align,
In the sacred silence, they intertwine.

The moon turns red, the earth stands still,
The universe joins in, with its own will.
In that deep connection, beyond the night,
Ruhani finds her soul's true light.

Each day unfolds in gentle sway,
With dawn and dusk to guide her way.
In simple acts and silent prayers,
Ruhani finds the peace she shares.