How Will You Confine Me? Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Delhi's lanes where spices blend,
I found a tale that has no end.
A girl named Aisha, young and free,
Like wind, she asked, 'How can you confine me? '

In Nizamuddin's sacred space,
She found her soul's eternal grace.
With Pir Fakirs, her spirit soared,
In Qawwalis, her heart found its chord.

Life's trials came, as they often do,
Her mother ill, her joys so few.
Yet in her heart, a melody,
A Sufi hymn of how to be free.

A Fakir spoke, 'Your path's been cleared,
In depths of soul, your pearls appeared.'
A scholarship, a chance to find,
The Sufi grace that's so divine.

She studied deep, returned anew,
A Fakir now, her spirit flew.
In ups and downs, her soul found peace,
With Sufi wisdom, all woes cease.

So here I say, to all who hear,
Like wind, we're free, there's naught to fear.
In Delhi's heart, Aisha's tale unfurls,
A beacon for the seekers of the world.

I am the wind, how will you confine me?
In Sufi grace, we find our spree,
Like wind, like Aisha, forever free