Zakat In The Holy Month Of Ramadan Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the dargah's heart, under the sky so wide,
Sat a professor with humility as his guide.
Surrounded by qawwals, their voices in prayer,
His soul in meditation, free from every care.

Zakat offered to him, a dervish so true,
Accepts nothing but gifts from the blue.
In the holy month, when spirits align,
His heart with the divine does entwine.

Fakirs twirl in ecstatic dance,
In nothing and everything, he finds his trance.
A mystic's joy in the simplest things,
The beauty of what humility brings.

A story of giving, a lesson in grace,
A reminder of the divine in every space.
For in the professor's silent acceptance, we see,
The power of faith, and what it means to be free.