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Since childhood, Meera's heart beat soft and true,
A melody sung in hues of blue.
Her love for Yashwant, a silent refrain,
Unheard, unseen, yet steadfast through pain.
His eyes, though, bore shadows deep,
Haunted by memories he could not keep.
A grief-laden storm, a tempest untamed,
For his late beloved, whose loss he blamed.
Fate intertwined their lives in a knot,
A bond forged not by love, but a child's soft thought.
In the quiet patience of her embrace,
He found a warmth to fill the space.
As the tapestry of truth unraveled its thread,
He saw the burden wrongly on her head.
The past's cruel grip began to cease,
And his restless soul found its peace.
What once was bitterness turned to bloom,
Love awakened, dispelling the gloom.
In Meera's heart, unwavering and true,
Yashwant discovered a love renewed."