Beneath the banyan’s shade, where silence flows,
Two hearts met where the wild river glows.
Not by chance, nor fleeting art,
But by destiny’s whisper, heart to heart.

The village air carried songs of fate,
Soft winds murmured, “Love won’t wait.”
Your eyes, like dawn through monsoon mist,
Held the promise of forever’s kiss.

Through mustard fields, our shadows blend,
Two souls that time can never bend.
Your hand in mine — a sacred sign,
That heaven’s plan and earth align.

Cows graze slow, the sun turns gold,
Stories of us in silence told.
Every star that crowns the sky,
Reflects the truth: love can’t die.

We dance to drums of the harvest night,
Barefoot souls in moon’s pure light.
No riches here, no marble throne,
Yet in your heart, I’ve found my home.

The temple bells in twilight sing,
Of soulmates bound by everything.
Through seasons’ breath and passing years,
Our roots grow deep through joy and tears.

In this small world of fields and streams,
You are the truth within my dreams.
For every life the fates may weave,
It’s you, my love, I still believe.

Two soulmates born beneath one sky,
Together — forever — you and I.