Story Of Armaan Poem by Sumita Jetley

Music is my prayer, Armaan said clear,
Breathing on the terrace, his mind sincere.
After chilla's silence, peace so near,
Embracing sunlight, with no fear.

From chaos to calm, his life did turn,
In the stillness of chilla, true peace to earn.
Superficial friendships, parties did spurn,
In the city's roar, no longer to yearn.

In public he stood, calm and bright,
Eyes shining with inner light.
Reporters asked, he spoke of peace,
Music his prayer, a heart's release.

In the studio, his voice did soar,
A river of truth, touching the core.
Plants leaned in, wisdom they sought,
In Armaan's song, peace was brought.

Concerts now, a magical trance,
Audience felt his soul's dance.
Armaan, the vessel of love and grace,
Through music, found his sacred place.