Who Says That Poem by Sumita Jetley

In lands where Indus waters flow,
Before lines drawn, and borders known,
There lived a soul, pure as driven snow,
In times untouched, in rhythm sown.

Dawn's first light, a painter skilled,
In strokes of gold and crimson spilled,
Families gathered, stories filled,
In courtyards where laughter built and trilled.

Hands to earth, in fields of gold,
Songs of old, in harmony bold,
Beneath the banyan, stories told,
Of mystics wise and heroes bold.

As dusk descends, in hues divine,
Families merge, like aged wine,
Under stars, their lives entwine,
In laughter shared, in bond benign.

Night's cool embrace, on rooftop high,
Under moon's soft, watchful eye,
A soul reflects, on the by and by,
In silence deep, under starlit sky.

In rhythm of days, life unfolds,
A tapestry rich, in shades untold,
Of simple joys, and bonds that hold,
In lands of lore, in warmth and cold.

This is the poem of life's weave,
Of love, of loss, of dreams to believe,
In lands where the heart dares to sleeve,
In tales of the eve, in the webs we weave.