In silence deep, where thoughts reside,
With Sufi masters as my guide,
I wait for what can't be denied—
A call within, where truths abide.
Hoorani's discipline, Husseini's flame,
Nizammuddin's wisdom, Qutub's name,
Farid's verses, in this waiting game,
Converge when the call within finally came.
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