Whirling Dervish Appeared Poem by Sumita Jetley

On a chilly morn in Punjab's haze,
Where justice battled shadowed ways,
Stood Zayan Mehmood, steadfast, bold,
A judge whose courage couldn't be sold.

The courtroom buzzed with fear and dread,
Whistleblowers gone, witnesses dead.
Yet in his heart, a question burned:
From what had his soul long since turned?

At a red light, the world stood still,
As fate unveiled its quiet will.
A barefoot dervish began to spin,
Drawing Zayan's gaze deep within.

Serene he twirled, with movements tight,
Lost in a dance of boundless light.
Though fleeting, the image planted a seed,
A whisper to a forgotten creed.

Threats arrived, dark whispers grew,
Yet Zayan pressed, his spirit true.
But in the night, the veil grew thin,
And the dervish appeared once again.

'I am the reminder of what you knew,
A bridge between the false and true.
Your soul has danced beneath the stars,
Unbound by life's confining bars.'

Visions of deserts, mystics, and grace,
Flashed before him, time lost its place.
Imam Ali, Rabia, Rumi, Shams,
Called him beyond the world's mere scams.

"The veil deceives, yet truth is near,
Justice serves more than it may appear.
Awaken, Zayan, bridge the divide,
Let the Divine within you guide."

The courtroom roared, the final day,
As Zayan's verdict made its way.
Guilty were sentenced, shadows unveiled,
Yet danger loomed as justice prevailed.

A gun was raised, the air grew thin,
But time froze still; the dervish spun.
'Trust, ' he whispered, calm and wise,
And the bullet stopped before his eyes.

Now Zayan stands beneath the stars,
Aware of the universe's scars.
No longer just a judge, but a flame,
A seeker who knows from where he came.

The worlds have merged within his soul,
The mystics smile; his heart is whole.
Through the dance of life, his truth unfurled,
A bridge of light between two worlds.