In the quiet of morningâs embrace,
she finds her pen, her gentle grace,
weaving words from heart to page,
a tapestry of love, a silent sage.
Through shadows that dance in twilightâs glow,
she speaks of pain, of letting go,
her verses a balm to aching souls,
healing wounds, making them whole.
A journey through lifeâs tangled maze,
with courage she walks, unfazed,
each line a thread of resilience spun,
in the light of a thousand suns.
Her voice, a whisper, yet so strong,
in every stanza, where dreams belong,
Rupiâs life, a canvas of vibrant hues,
a story of hope, forever renewed.