In Mumbai's embrace, where sea and sky unite,
A Sufi walks in silence, through day and night.
His words unspoken, yet his heart sings,
Of mysteries untold, and unseen wings.
By Haji Ali's grace, where prayers ascend,
His vow of silence, a message to send.
In the city's chorus, a silent plea,
A quest for truth, for the soul to be free.
In every step, a silent prayer,
A journey within, a solemn affair.
In the midst of chaos, a tranquil art,
The Sufi's silence, a whispering heart.
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