In Mumbai's bustle and city glow,
Meera found peace in Leela's flow.
Not just dishes, floors, and clothes,
She cleaned the air where fearlessness grows.
'Fear's a guest, ' she'd always say,
'Serve it tea and send it away.'
Sufi whispers in her walk,
Sufi wisdom in her talk.
Like Rumi's verses, Leela stood,
A testament that life is good.
Through simple chores and simple deed,
She taught Meera to be freed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work, Sumita- the humor the message and the philosiphy there. Liked. Fuul marks