That Woman Engrossed In Dhikr Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of the city's unyielding din,
Where the concrete jungles stretch thin,
A question whispered in the wind's hymn,
'Can dhikr's rhythm herein begin? '

A woman, draped in memory's cloth,
Sought silence in the city's froth.
Her steps, guided by an inner oath,
To find where faith and asphalt coth.

Through bustling streets and glaring lights,
Past faces veiled in solitary plights,
She wandered beneath the neon nights,
Seeking solace in spiritual heights.

Into a park, where whispers tread,
Among ancient oaks, her doubts shed.
With 'La ilaha illallah' said,
The city's cacophony, to her plea, wed.

The sea's breeze, the urban's grace,
Merged in her heart, a sacred space.
Dhikr's echo, time could not erase,
A tranquil symphony in the city's chase.

As stars adorned the velvet sky,
Her soul danced, no longer shy.
The city, with its endless cry,
Now sang with her in harmony's tie.

'Can the heart of the city pulse with dhikr's tune? '
Amidst the chaos, a divine commune.
In every corner, under the moon,
Her question answered, a blessed boon.

The rhythm of faith, in echoes vast,
In the city's heart, found at last.
A bridge to the divine, steadfast,
Where dhikr whispers, in the urban cast.