Whispers of the morning breeze,
Carry dreams anew,
In the garden of my soul,
Blooms of promise grew.
Every step a dance of faith,
Each moment pure and true,
With the warmth of sunshine's grace,
Endless skies of blue.
Through the trials, through the strife,
A beacon lights my path,
Guided by this inner light,
Embracing joy and warmth.
~Ishwari Shirur
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