Teenager Idris Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of farewell's tender glow,
Idris stands, amidst the ebb and flow.
'I don't know yet I know, ' whispers his soul,
In the dance of destiny, he plays his role.

Surrounded by dreams cast in youthful hues,
His peers chart paths they're eager to choose.
But Idris, with a gaze both deep and far,
Finds his compass in a distant star.

Not for him the paths well-trod and clear,
His journey's guided by what he holds dear.
'It's not me; it's Him, ' his heart's silent creed,
In the divine plan, he finds all he'll need.

A trendsetter, not by design or desire,
But by following a call that's higher.
In the solitude of nature, he seeks,
And in its silence, the divine speaks.

'Thank you, ' a whisper in the evening air,
For the unseen hands that guide him there.
His path unclear, yet his heart knows its way,
In the tapestry of life, he's a unique stray.

Idris, with faith as his unwavering light,
Moves beyond the day into the night.
A journey not marked by goals or ends,
But by the beauty that the unseen sends.

Tomorrow waits with its unopened doors,
Idris steps forward, the universe implores.
In knowing and not, his path unfolds,
A story of faith, silently told.