The Craftsman's Call Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the hills where rivers flow, A village stood, in peaceful glow. A dam, once strong, began to crack, And fear swept through, no turning back.

Arjun, young and full of pride, Worked alone, by skill and guide. Yet as the stones began to fall, He realized he could not do it all.

Priya came with gentle grace, Offered help in that dire place. Villagers joined, with hands and heart, Together strong, they played their part.

Stone by stone, they built anew, Under skies of crystal blue. The Sufi watched with knowing eyes, "Weave your threads, " his soft advice.

Now the dam stands firm and tall, A testament to one and all. That strength is found not in one alone, But in the bonds that we have grown.

In unity, they found their way, And peace returned to greet the day. For in the hills where rivers flow, Together, all things grow.