The Sufi Sunrise Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Delhi's heart where noise does dwell,
Lives Meera, with a secret spell.
A Sufi touch in every chore,
Makes Mondays feel like so much more.

The dawn awakes, the sun ascends,
Meera's morning ritual sends
A fragrant prayer to skies above,
With incense sticks and words of love.

'Ya Wadoodo, Ya Salaam, ' she chants,
In every corner, peace implants.
Her prayer mat rolled, her spirit free,
She finds her God in each decree.

A saree crisp, a planner filled,
With Rumi's words, her soul's instilled.
She sips her chai, and then she reads,
'Born with wings, why crawl? ' she heeds.

A jhola bag, a book of verse,
She leaves her home, the universe
Now brighter from her Sufi glow,
She walks in love, where'er she go.

So here's the tale of Meera's morn,
A Sufi touch to Mondays worn.
In work and play, no line she sees,
For both are forms of divine ease.