In Pattan's embrace, where stories dwell,
A seeker walks, in silence, he tells.
Farid's dargah, with doors wide,
Whispers of old, where secrets hide.
Marble cool, and prayers rise,
In ancient walls, under open skies.
A heart seeks, in quiet plea,
For answers hidden, for the soul to see.
In this haven, where time stands still,
A moment's peace, the air does fill.
The seeker finds, in this sacred space,
A touch of grace, in life's fast pace.
In Pattan's arms, the journey ends,
With newfound peace, the spirit mends.
Echoes of devotion, in every stone,
In Farid's dargah, the soul finds home.
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