In the heart of the city's roar,
Rumi sought a hidden door.
Skyscrapers kissed the heavens high,
Yet his soul heard a different sky.
Amidst the crowd, a whisper-light,
Led him through the urban night.
To Sheikh Nizam, wise and old,
In tales of mystics, his stories told.
The dance of dervishes, love's sweet pain,
Rumi's heart felt alive again.
In Sufi wisdom, ancient, deep,
He found the secrets souls keep.
Through streets and shadows, he walked, anew,
Each step, a verse, in the city's view.
Where once was noise, now songs of light,
In every alley, day and night.
Rumi, the seeker, in love's embrace,
Found his peace in the urban space.
A Sufi's path, in the modern tide,
In whispers of the city, he resides.
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