In Bangalore's heart, where dreams intertwine,
A father and son under stars do recline.
"Be disciplined, " the father implores,
As the city beneath them quietly roars.
The son, with a smile, speaks Sufi lore,
Of love, humility, and so much more.
"True discipline, " he softly reveals,
"Is to know your heart and how it feels."
The father listens, his heart alight,
As wisdom unfolds in the quiet night.
No arguments here, just wonder anew,
As old meets new under the sky's deep blue.
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