Sufi's Side Of Story Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Lucknow's embrace, where mornings unfold,
A Sufi stands, in silence, stories untold.
'I am grateful, ' he whispers to the dawn's soft light,
A simple phrase, yet it sets his heart alight.

With a cup of tea, in the quiet he partakes,
Each sip a symphony of the peace he makes.
Back on his balcony, where green life sways,
He hums a melody, a tribute to the day's grace.

The sky, a canvas vast and endlessly clear,
Speaks to him of wonders far yet near.
'In creation's dance, I find a trace,
Of the divine grace, in this time and space.

I, too, am woven from this cosmic thread,
A note in the song, by the universe led.
In the harmony of existence, I find my place,
A part of the whole, embraced in grace.'

To everyday souls, in the thrum of life's beat,
This poem I offer, a reminder sweet:
In moments small, in the quiet we find,
The beauty and peace of a grateful mind.

For we are all musicians in life's grand score,
Playing our parts on the world's vast floor.
In each note of joy, in each chord of strife,
We find the music of the tapestry of life.

So, let's stand like the Sufi, in the light of the morn,
Grateful for the day, and the moments yet unborn.
In the simple acts, in the breaths we take,
We find the magic, in the everyday we make.