In a valley where whispers blend and echo,
A Sufi lives, where blooms and wisdom grow.
By samovar's steam, his day begins to glow,
In brewing tea, his heart's prayers flow.
Clad in simplicity, his spirit flies free,
In his kitchen, a universe, a sanctuary.
Kashmiri utensils, plants, books — a trilogy,
Around the stove, his world's symphony.
Each sip of tea, a silent dhikr, a Divine plea,
In nature's embrace, his soul's spree.
His garden, a testament to life's decree,
Where every leaf whispers, 'Be.'
This story, a tale of simplicity and grace,
Of finding the Divine in the commonplace.
In the Sufi's life, a reminder we trace,
In every moment, beauty and peace embrace.
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