Zoya Poem by Sumita Jetley

Barefoot on tender grass,
Heels cast aside, at last,
Golden light in evening's glow,
The earth whispers soft and slow.

Each step, a breath, a silent prayer,
Cool earth beneath, gentle and fair,
City fades, the world stands still,
In nature's arms, the heart is filled.

Roots run deep, though skies are high,
In soil's embrace, the soul can fly,
Here, in peace, the self is found,
With every touch of sacred ground.