In Mohammed's city, where faith's heart beats,
Fakirs bow in homage, in azaan's sweet treats.
From Balkan to Pak Pattan, Mumbai's bustling streets,
To Ajmer, Delhi, Sindh, where the sacred meets.
In Agra, Lucknow, Hyderabad's embrace,
And Turkey's mystic lands, they seek His grace.
Their qibla, kaaba, mentor of divine trace,
Prophet Mohammed PBUH, their soul's solace.
With every prayer, their spirits dance,
In dargahs, flowers bloom, in Sufi's trance.
Mecca, Medina, their guiding lance,
In love and devotion, they find their chance.
Langars spread, compassion's feast,
In meditation, their inner peace.
Dancing, praying, in love's lease,
Their homage to the Prophet never cease.
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