Write & Let It Be Poem by Sumita Jetley

Amira typed with a frustrated sigh,
"Why do my posts at 9 PM just fly by? "
Her murshid entered, gentle and wise,
Noticing the worry in her eyes.

"What troubles you, my dear? " he asked,
As Amira pondered the daunting task.
"I pour my heart into every line,
But it seems like no one notices in time."

With a chuckle, he sat beside her,
Sharing a tale to make her heart stir.
"Once a nightingale sang at dusk,
But the forest, it seemed, was not robust.

It met an owl, wise and old,
Who said, ‘Your song is pure gold.
But the forest wakes with the dawn's first light,
Not in the depth of the quiet night.'"

Amira smiled, understanding at last,
Her worries about timing now in the past.
"Sometimes it's the timing, not the song,
But the heart's rhythm is never wrong."

"Keep sharing your love, " her murshid advised,
"For those meant to hear will be surprised.
Maybe at 9 PM, they're asleep or busy,
But your words will reach them, clear and easy."

Feeling lighter, she laughed with glee,
Trusting her heart's timing, she felt free.
And so, with a playful spirit bright,
She continued to write with pure delight.