She tiptoes the terrace, leaving the day behind,
The busy office, the friendly bind.
Conversations with love, laughter so kind,
But peace in her murshid, is what she finds.
Her heart carries love, deep and true,
Yet loyalty to a friend, she always knew.
By her Yogi's side, the world seems new,
In his serene presence, worries are few.
From work tasks to moments of grace,
With her Yogi, she finds her place.
In whatever, in however, he lies,
Next to him, her spirit flies.
His teachings blend Sufi love, yogic peace,
In his calm aura, all worries cease.
In every breath, she finds the divine,
With her murshid, everything aligns.
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