Who What Where How Poem by Sumita Jetley

She had no clue but held vague, beautiful clues,
Wandering like mendicants, peaceful and free,
Her steps carried the grace of the morning dew,
In the lanes where sea and faith agree.

Beneath the vast dome of the sky's embrace,
She walked where the saints had once prayed,
Every corner of Haji Ali, a sacred space,
In its shadow, her fears allayed.

Protected by the pir, the saintly shield,
In a world woven from divine threads,
Her heart to the unseen forces yield,
Where the sea's song endlessly spreads.

Her life—a gift wrapped in celestial folds,
Gratitude flowing through her like a river,
Among these sacred stones and golds,
She receives, while the sea whispers.

A tapestry of life, vibrant and vast,
In her eyes, the reflection of the dargah's grace,
In this moment, no shadow is cast,
Peace settles, a gentle embrace.

And as the waves bring memories to the fore,
Sindhu sits, draped in hues of her land,
Content, for now and evermore,
In the palm of the Unknown's hand.

This journey, marked by each grateful sigh,
Roams through the heart like those ancient mendicants,
Underneath the watchful eye
Of Haji Ali, where every soul enchants.