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 … Continue reading Soulmates of the Village