That Lady 'layla' Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a town where spring whispers and joy blooms,
Layla's heart, a fountain, generously resumes.
Her wealth, like sunshine, freely spreads,
Zakat her path, where bliss treads.

Saree-clad, in meditation deep,
In her garden, where peace does seep.
Sunlight dances through her open room,
Where incense whispers, dispelling gloom.

The Creator's warmth, through her, alights,
In acts of giving, her soul delights.
Like ripples wide, her kindness flows,
In the garden of hope, her legacy grows.