withered Rose

On a bustling bus through Haryana's heart,
Two strangers met, their journey to start.
Shree with her notebook, dreams in her eyes,
Ravi with his sketches, beneath open skies.

Their first exchange, a smile so shy,
A fleeting moment as the world rushed by.
Through crowded seats and the engine's hum,
A bond was born, as their hearts succumbed.

Days turned to weeks, and laughter grew,
In shared silences, love quietly flew.
Ravi's hands crafted a masterpiece rare,
A pencil sketch of Shree, beyond compare.

He unveiled the gift on a starry night,
Her laughter, her grace, captured just right.
In that moment, their hearts intertwined,
Love so pure, no words could define.

But then the world stopped; the lockdown came,
Yet their love endured, ever the same.
Through calls and texts, they stayed near,
Sharing their dreams, wiping each tear.

Manu and Rahul, their comrades true,
Cheered them on, helped love bloom anew.
In late-night talks, they planned their days,
Finding strength in friendship's warm rays.

Through trials, their story found its way,
A testament to love that will never sway.
For Ravi and Shree, through joy and strife,
Their love became the art of their life.