In a room where green leaves sway,
Sufi sits to seize the day.
Coffee's warmth and sunlight's kiss,
In the modern rush, finds bliss.
Notifications, endless buzz,
He breathes deep, does what he loves.
In chaos, beauty he can see,
Spreads calm in office serenity.
After hours, soil in hand,
Community garden, making stand.
Nature's touch in urban sprawl,
Small efforts rise, refusing to fall.
Night descends, journal open wide,
Reflects on days, with mindful stride.
Modern life, mysterious yet clear,
With every glimpse, optimism near.
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