The Light Seeker Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Konya's streets, where shadows fall,
There walked a man, beyond them all—
Not bound by robes, nor fame, nor name,
Yet burned within, a sacred flame.

A stranger's gaze, a silent call,
To Rumi's soul, he came to stall—
Not with words soft, but wild and raw,
He dared the heart to see, withdraw.

"Why seek the known? Step past its shore,
To find the depths where light pours more."
With eyes that pierced, and words untamed,
He taught love's fire, unframed, unnamed.

For days they danced, as souls entwine,
Through joy, through sorrow's darkened wine,
A moth to flame, Rumi had found,
A truth so fierce it knew no bound.

But soon, like mist, Shams slipped away,
And left the poet to his fray—
In ink, in verse, in midnight's sigh,
Rumi's heart could only cry:

"Love is the truth, the endless sea,
A boundless light, wild, free—
Through Shams I learned, through Shams I bled,
In every line, his spirit fed."

Now Shams remains, in words, in song,
A beacon bright, both fierce and strong—
A seeker's heart, a boundless fire,
A light that burns and lifts us higher.