Shams Tabrizi Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the ancient streets of Konya,
Where history's whispers lie,
Walked a dervish clad in black,
Beneath the twilight sky.

His hair flowed free, his eyes so deep,
A soul both calm and strong,
With beads around his neck and hands,
He wandered all day long.

In a market old, with wares of gold,
And tales of times gone by,
He moved with grace, a peaceful face,
A twinkle in his eye.

The vendors paused, the evening hushed,
As Shams passed by their stalls,
His presence like a soothing balm,
A peace that gently calls.

His heart a drum, a steady beat,
That syncs with all of life,
He brings a sense of ultimate peace,
An end to all our strife.

Verse of Freedom
'Shams, ' I called in softest voice,
'My guide, my light, my friend,
In your presence, burdens lift,
And all my troubles end.'

He smiled and laid his hand on me,
A touch so kind and true,
In his gaze, I found my peace,
My spirit born anew.

The Moodiness of Shams
Some days he'd laugh, his joy so bright,
It spread like morning's rays,
On others, he'd be lost in thought,
A maze of mystic ways.

His moods reflected inner storms,
The battles of his soul,
Yet through it all, his wisdom shone,
And made the broken whole.

The Farewell
As night fell on that ancient town,
With stars to light the sky,
I knew my journey had begun,
With Shams as my ally.

'Shams, ' I said with heart so full,
'Your path I'll walk with pride,
With courage, love, and endless hope,
Forever by your side.'

In the ancient streets of Konya,
Where history's whispers lie,
The dervish in his robes of black,
Still walks beneath the sky.