Roaming Fakir Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of gold, where waters sing,
A Sufi sits, in silence clings.
Amidst the kirtan's holy sound,
In sacred hymns, his soul is found.

Invisible, he prays and breathes,
Infinite, his spirit weaves.
To Nanak, homage from his heart,
In stillness, they are never apart.

A moment pure, where time does cease,
Wrapped in light, he finds his peace.
Tears of joy, in blissful grace,
In dhikr's joy, he finds his place.

In service true, his love does flow,
In sewa's warmth, his prayers grow.
With cup of tea, he sits again,
Invisible threads, a divine chain.

Infinite love, an endless sea,
In quiet corners, he finds the key.
To be, to breathe, in places rare,
A manmauji's love, everywhere.