In Oxford's hum, a young man walks,
Tweed-clad, he muses, barely talks.
'Everything's Him, ' he ponders deep,
In city streets, his faith he keeps.
Into a cafe, he calmly strides,
Amidst the plants, his soul confides.
Sipping tea, in peace, he found,
A silent prayer in every sound.
The world outside, so vast, so wide,
Within his cup, the universe spied.
A Sufi's heart, in modern guise,
Finds comfort true, in being wise.
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Beautiful. Sufism (if may use the word) is an eternal love for the supernatural power. " A Sufi's heart, in modern guise, Finds comfort true…" great story, Poet Jetley